"thesecondtolastring" poems
I was melting, right here, finding every. thing.,
a little (too) bright,uneven,on the couch,
when you called me I felt my
throat tighten- breathed in-
your name on a screen.
thesecondtolastring
“It’s all about timing.”
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC