bought ten old sheets at
the thrift store today,
feverish whim
these dreams of fire
bolt me from sleep
escape a window two stories
high, a sheet rope, if I
had the nerve
who has -nerve- these days?
though still we bend over our
knots..
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
bought ten old sheets at
the thrift store today,
feverish whim
these dreams of fire
bolt me from sleep
escape a window two stories
high, a sheet rope, if I
had the nerve
who has -nerve- these days?
though still we bend over our
knots..
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