the new day shrugs its shoulders at mei fill up on coffee and emptinessto shake off the ghosts from last night i limp through conversations with my lips tightly shut(God forbid the fear slips out or someone sees my teeth)and i set my watch by the reliefi plan to find that evening and when littleContinue reading “nobody knows but me (poem)”
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