Ragged: Prose Poem
Saturday Poetry Prompt: linking the image
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3 min readFeb 4
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Not mad like interesting connections — mad like ragged bag of compost leaves left well into November on Chestnut alley half-covered by snow and dog shit and then the song of some sacred smell begins to unfold the forsaken Quest to understand —
but shopping for groceries has become the whole fucking dream — spirits wrapped in disposable…
