Monday, January 2, 2017

poem 1 day 2

it is gross out there
trying to get over it

the fleece socks my friend gave me before moving slide down in my boots
it reminds me of the problems of childhood
i haven't had this problem in years, i think

some things in the list are left undone.
perhaps my space needs to be clearer
or perhaps it is procrastination
but there were a lot of things that happened before five

and it is important to remember that the nightmares take time to get over
and the day needs to shower

its gross out there
but moving along

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