Apr 2015
I don’t have the temper my memory has.
skin cell, star.
a mouthful of the flood’s
haunted
soil. an entry
made by a god
at seven
days
sober.
overseas, another ant
in the darkness…
skin cell, star.
a mouthful of the flood’s
haunted
soil. an entry
made by a god
at seven
days
sober.
overseas, another ant
in the darkness…
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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