Hey. Aren’t we getting close to where the bridge is supposed to be?…
Author: A. Violet
Pierre stands
on the pier,
and wonders if the pier…
tell me everything
is going to be okay,
I believe your brain….
Hi, my name is
unstoppable,
one of my hobbies…
pounding of my heart
amplifies the breath
in my nose,
surely all the neighborhood…
my feet drag,
I cannot reach my bed,
as long as I’m wallowing,
let’s dive in the deep end…
Ferns scroll themselves
away from their roots
and I want to touch…
we are two trees,
you and I,
we sit next to each
other, not looking…
don’t light the fire,
if we bake the clay,
we can’t adjust
the margins or the words…
look,
the other ducks
seem far away…
