Yes I know you don’t want
to talk about
those scars on your back
You’ll wish
into the bottle that they weren’t
there
Here is a road to the hip
that one to the shoulder blade
and all this sighted experience
makes me commit this affront of taking
on naming the map
thinking it’ll get you someplace
if I can make an ID
Passing your ports
I’ll send atmospheres to your request
or I said I would
in that letter that cannot reach you now
J.D. Harms 2020
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Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas
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