Here is how to navigate a business transaction Act less business than woman Dot your eyes cross your legs Show a little more skin than intelligence
By Mikaela Piasecki5 years ago in Poets
This bowl of blue soaked fire This chest of crawling Beatles This tight pulled wind fed wire This ground of shells and needles
Silence means Your mouth became a graveyard Your voice, a hollow wind stirring the ashes of worthiness Your hopes were unsheltered leaves
