all my friends
are manufactured
surrogates, bedroom
confessions with
gutter box frames.
i am a kind of
magnet, a wilderness
of mirrors.
About Me
- nobe
- i am the old woman. uterus extraction, lung expansion. i sleep sitting down. the asthma has become worse. it is cool, now entering into my bone. occasionally i worry, stopping the fact that i breathe with my sleep; occasionally i am the desired thing.
2 comments:
Holy shit your March poems are amazing.
that's what happens when i don't have to go to work. i think you should write a letter to the govt explaining why i need to get paid to stay home. :)
and thanks!
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