sitting here, staring
at a page, wondering,
who built the obstacle…
Category Archive: Tanka
I could curl up in a hole,
and not come out
for a long time…
The world
will come apart
in your hands…
chest cavity is lined
with sand paper,
nobody breathe…
here I was, thinking depression
sucked the body heat
out of me…
If you see me
at 3am, you don’t need
to ask…
Sometimes one needs
someone to say,
you’re gonna be okay….
Don’t call me an angel,
I made some choices
I’m not proud of…
Everybody do their own thing,
I’m over here fishing
and grilling…
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