May 2019
prosperity comes in…
prosperity comes…
she comes in...
shades of black and blue,
like bruises
when you hit me and tug on my hair,
and like
apples that ripen and then soften...
prosperity comes…
she comes in...
shades of black and blue,
like bruises
when you hit me and tug on my hair,
and like
apples that ripen and then soften...
A half sequel to my prom “I am on my knees.” It wasn’t intended to be a sequel or even be a poem at all but reading it made me think of it. I don’t chew on my fingernails anymore. I’ve been really interested in writing that features a lot of hesitation / stuttering
