it’s about the process
running down my face
working out the knots in my hair
the careful force of depressing the plunger
and i’ve always been
careful with force.
sold my love and bought a thunderstorm
open the window unzip the sleeping bag
watch the field without the horses
5 or seven of them
cap the needle.
ball jar and the door’s ajar
whipping in the wind
you have such an instinctive grasp on verse and measure it is so impressive you are a born poet this is lovely -creaegloue
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