My words are the leaves of winter: gone. Not seen or heard or read. I'm bare.
Tag: poem
Words
There they are: All words. I can see them at night up in the sky like stars.
migraine 7-7
The brain removed, then placed on two pitchforks and pushed inside: my migraine
migraine 7-6
A sheet of metal made iron hot and stuck in my head: The Migraine
Blue Dot
This tiny blue dot holds everyone you've heard of: All the love and hate [ode to Carl Sagan]
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