tonight is another poemless night
the kind where my words are hollow
ghosts of long dead ideas
I can’t help but write their dusty bones onto paper
as if that single act of remembrance
could undo the deaths
dusty bones [poem]
tonight is another poemless night
the kind where my words are hollow
ghosts of long dead ideas
I can’t help but write their dusty bones onto paper
as if that single act of remembrance
could undo the deaths
Larissa Lee 