i know
a soul
that has a poem
writing inside her.
among other things,
it has written me down, there,
on the backside of her third rib.
i, consumed
by a certain peculiar meanderlust,
curl up
along its
metamorphic edge:
riding those finishing strokes
that forever code your own typeface as such.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
i know
a soul
that has a poem
writing inside her.
among other things,
it has written me down, there,
on the backside of her third rib.
i, consumed
by a certain peculiar meanderlust,
curl up
along its
metamorphic edge:
riding those finishing strokes
that forever code your own typeface as such.
dm m
