“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.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
“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.
