Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2020
She doesn’t want to belong to her mind so often anymore,
so before bed she walks out into her garden and takes a handful of moist soil,
brings it with her to bed, and holds like a rosary.
Guadalupe S Partida
Written by
Guadalupe S Partida  31/Clovis, CA
(31/Clovis, CA)   
23
   E Bhrèagha
Please log in to view and add comments on poems