Monday. Oof. The Poem This Morning The poem is bitter about hormonesThe poem prefers to downward dogThe poem exhales a deep-belly sighThe poem has to peeThe poem cracks its spine in a gentle twistThe poem backs awayThe poem tip-toes to bedThe poem poems without me
Tag: monday
Poem 312 – Monday Evening Quiet
Monday Evening Quiet eyelash flutters on the lower back of this dayguide me into another night of sighs laden with letting the page is quietwords at rest say
VANESSA SHIELDS 