gates are half-open afraid it will close why? keep on praying with those trembling legs forge ahead, dear child don’t ever let the thought of leaving things behind chain you
By Jui Hanabout a year ago in Poets
get a space for everything a triangle-shaped corner where your butt fit a perfect space to close the gap between your knees
Summer 1854 windows moist eyes stare without seeing index and thumb joined lovers-like circling — unending a carver’s top on my mouth
cards laid out pick and arrange sit with the strange a pit on my back shears on my neck a wide road ahead flash and change — on play
