fast like where,come back like blink,here like right now,stay like stink. heat like black tar,soft like sog,late like […]
A Very Earnest Answer To The Man At the Library Who Read a Poem He Wrote Called, “Why […]
They think me boneless,I yield so easy.They think me skinless:I talk so white.They think me tender,home-grown prey.They think […]
Awhile ago, a friend of mine ran into a guy who told her he wanted a woman who made him feel like a man– and this poem happened after I thought way too much about that sentence, haha!
“Grief is the final act of love”
– Lauren London