you were the
turnip
in my soup
hiding your
colors
in plain sight
stripped and new
blending in
with
potato-men
it wasn't until
you touched
my mouth
only then
could I taste the
bitterness
on my tongue
taste
your bitterness
all the way
in
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)
