it seems
like
love
or the like
may turn
my
usually firm
poetry
to
m
u
s
h
(i mean, look at this)
so for old time’s sake and before
my liquids turn fluid
let me say once,
succinctly,
i
don’t
really
give
a fuck
about all that
i believe you will collect us in a dream
and take us home
to where your heart is
YOU ARE READING
laid
Poetrychick: am i a people? chicken: no, you're a chicken chick: do chickens come from people? chicken: no. chickens come from eggs. chick: are eggs born? chicken: no. eggs are laid chick: are people laid? chicken: some are. others are chicken anyway, the...
