Sep 2017
there's a mess in the kitchen
an urge to fill the bathtub
a pack of pall malls emptying one by one by the hour
a display of constants, i wonder
*how do i sit so still?
an urge to fill the bathtub
a pack of pall malls emptying one by one by the hour
a display of constants, i wonder
*how do i sit so still?
a small poem about the feeling you get when you know you're in the middle of experiencing something that will change you as a person completely by the time it's all over. i've noted this feeling before.
