It's paralyzing--
this gravity that presses
three dimensions into two.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to think--
but to feel
every pore, every nerve
overstimulated
and howling.
[written 3/29/17]
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
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