starting anew with fuchsia ink and clean pages. just like the old days. just like smears on my fingers, ideas in my head, poetry is holy; poetry is my messiah. poetry is hard. it has been so long, my love, and so hot.
my handwriting is so messy lmfao
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the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by
Poetryfrom the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016