Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Learning

The true name
of everything
eludes me

this is new told
sweaty pillow,
spills insomnia

dreams gallop,
but like one-
legged cripples

into the softly
ruined betrayals
of our children

whispering
we know,
you know.

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