Closure warranted, capturing stray thoughts and pasting them here.
Tag: poetry
unwell
It was going to happen eventually, I guess.
fish family
Another cryptic poem about fish.
five-forty
Timely.
forrest, from your (favorite) progeny
November.
for you
I suppose this is what I meant to write all along.
The Addie Family
productivity
beaks on
we strap beaks around our ears breathe in herbs like potpourri the air isn’t safe without it and I haven’t seen your bare cheeks in months, in weeks your eyes glitter from behind plastic lenses meant to keep you safe from me me, who you once said was your only PPE talk to me through […]
pandemic protocols
capable of new experiences
