though we die a thousand times
I can feel my heart used as a rattle
right before I start our lullaby
yet totally convinced of its ending
bitterly tracing all my sentences
to revolt, recovery, everything
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
escape from injustice and war
Pic: Nu's photo of Max and me. I want to do only escapist things like read and snuggle and gaze into puppies' eyes forever and ever....
No comments:
Post a Comment