POEM A DAY 2017
Friday, January 13, 2017
eve's morning
the cloudy photos of wet grass, wet murals, wet red fungus
i took yesterday
are no longer accurate
blue blue blue
when it comes to texting:
i don't know what to give you, or when, or
how long this rib might take to heal?
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