Thunder seizes
fist to throat.
Falling leaves,
tapping fingers
street noises, rain--
all remind me of tears,
our pain--and that
only you get me.
Only you can get me
so crazy with anger
so hungry for peace.
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back to life
January is gone. It was cruel. It was a clusterfuck. Or to put it more politely, in a word I learned this year, it was a polycrisis , overw...
1 comment:
love this one. esp. the last three lines.
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