The loudest grounds,have gone silent
There is a moment in the spring when it’s warm enough to open the window. You’ve been in a prison, but…
With broken pieces and ticky tackyI try to rebuild the normalCoffee stained…
There is no such thing as a wasted yearin the one we learned to live without our loves…
today I shall wash my hairslather my body in lotionput on a pretty dressslide it over my skin…