process trauma in the nude love too much, too soon i lay in my bed like a patient in a hospital hot bath, cool sheets pulled down by the universe beneath
By Kennedy Wright 5 years ago in Poets
i am chartreuse— youthful, ever-growing, with a sureness in my step smiling from the inside shades of greens and yellow envelop my being, and i am calm
i was fifteen lost walking in tall grass laughing and crying i was so high my body was gangly and moved like mud
