Clearing my Throat
Published in
1 min readApr 16, 2020
I opened the
can of my throat
and there was such
a bloody gash of anger
roiling there.
I wondered
perchance
what one might make
with such a fiery
dash of
red sauce.
© Gail Walter 2020
I opened the
can of my throat
and there was such
a bloody gash of anger
roiling there.
I wondered
perchance
what one might make
with such a fiery
dash of
red sauce.
© Gail Walter 2020
Here for wonder, despite everything and because of it.