Jul 2016
I was
for desperation
a woman
crawling away
from her walker.
I still, gender, have
your raincloud.
/ nothing whispered is a language.
the mouth chews on its ghost.
for desperation
a woman
crawling away
from her walker.
I still, gender, have
your raincloud.
/ nothing whispered is a language.
the mouth chews on its ghost.
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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