Jul 2012
when they're underwater.
How can you think with all that stuff
on top of you?
You can't even breathe.
You're not even breathing.
How can you think with all that stuff
on top of you?
You can't even breathe.
You're not even breathing.
This isn't so much a poem as my thoughts chopped up, line by line.
June 2012
June 2012
