Poem 5/23/15

by February 22, 2016 0 comments

We are so
perfectly lonely.

We forgive
pulling on a wishbone

standing in the corner
of the kitchen.

The faltering
zen of epigrams

land with wonder
at your chest.

Who can make me
when there is nobody

to take away
from me?

editors note:

Only one thief can steal self-confidence. – mh clay

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