My throat croaks on the slow days, which is to say
often, I am coughing, heavy, oxygen greened in mucous.
I wonder about all of my lost reds, but I try to fall
again and again nowadays, but, you see, the way my life
is set up is such that the croaking encloses my tongue.
You really would not be able to deal with how sticky I am.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
My throat croaks on the slow days, which is to say
often, I am coughing, heavy, oxygen greened in mucous.
I wonder about all of my lost reds, but I try to fall
again and again nowadays, but, you see, the way my life
is set up is such that the croaking encloses my tongue.
You really would not be able to deal with how sticky I am.
