3 am #poetry scribbles:
and somewhere a train
pushes toward us like it knows our names. like it’s
tagged in neon prayers just for us.
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3 am #poetry scribbles:
and somewhere a train
pushes toward us like it knows our names. like it’s
tagged in neon prayers just for us.
3am #poetry scribbles
head full of target practice paper
3am #poetry scribbles:
when we met i would /
write you letters that /ended with things like /
“hold my bones / because i will let this life eat me alive / for you” / written in the miami sun / mango slices / that will always remind / me of falling / in love
look at this poem title:
Your manager asks you how it’s going, and you tell him you want to be on a sinking ship lost in the middle of the Atlantic ocean #poetry