Dec 2020
Why do I insist
On steeping myself in melancholy
On sleeping atop tea bags
And in jars of coffee grounds
Then wondering why the sky is dark
And the taste bitter
On steeping myself in melancholy
On sleeping atop tea bags
And in jars of coffee grounds
Then wondering why the sky is dark
And the taste bitter
a wee bit of non-christmas poetry for you on christmas
