If the president lives in the white house,
who lives in the black house?
Author: A. Violet
Can you hear the hollowness?
That’s my pulse thumping
while I huddle in the gutter
waiting for the hound to pass me
By this shall all howling storms know that you are my family members…
Without the construct of time,
cause and effect makes no sense.
Did the painkillers cause the wreck
or did the wreck cause the painkillers?
The blood-muscle fractures
shards cascade in arteries
they say time marches on
I’m not surprised
I was four this morning when I woke up
nine at breakfast, crunching
my sugar and milk
Oh wow, an American ginger!
Yeah, it’s natural.
White used to mean pure
blank slate
fresh start
daylight
So. I was thinking beyond
the usual topics — food,
sleep, what to watch —
and I wondered:
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