Oct 2017
An envelope with my name on it
Sits on my doorstep
Like a present from god.
Or the government.
Either way, my name rests painfully still
On a snow white slip.
Reminding me I am still alive.
Sits on my doorstep
Like a present from god.
Or the government.
Either way, my name rests painfully still
On a snow white slip.
Reminding me I am still alive.
