Jun 2013
“What of ‘The Bullet’?”
I ask my mother,
“is it underwater
falling apart,
wood unhinged nail by nail?”
It rots underwater,
more terrified than I of the crashing waves upon the boardwalk.
I ask my mother,
“is it underwater
falling apart,
wood unhinged nail by nail?”
It rots underwater,
more terrified than I of the crashing waves upon the boardwalk.
