May 26, 2021
2 min read
With the Sun Dancing in Scorpio
Prose poetry
I looked up from my domination and noticed a blank stare rising from eleven- year-olds, dogs, dirt, pain, life and you know what? No one has control of anything, anyway, and surrender really is sweet. Do what you will with my head — on my driver’s license I’m an organ donor, but buyer beware.
