Oct 2024
The paper squirrel
that you gave me
that summer
lies face down
on the cold wood
of my shelf,
he has fought with
every ounce,
but now lies
legs bent , edges unfolded.
that you gave me
that summer
lies face down
on the cold wood
of my shelf,
he has fought with
every ounce,
but now lies
legs bent , edges unfolded.
