wonder as spacious as my son and i want to be the color of saying yes to everything. red jacket inside a low and struggling morning, dark moss
By Thomas Mattson5 years ago in Poets
i swear i have a million lines in my head but i want to use this one: skin against the air of too many bruises, love makes us
worry is in trees tonight and life is still unloved like the ten speed in the garage. the moon, gibbous and circumspect, seems oddly
