literally
i am a figure
doubled over but
steering metaphors
driving porcelain buses
winter’s end
is always vulnerable to
birth, sickness, old-age & death
in that order. two more stops
until i get off
sick poetry
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literally
i am a figure
doubled over but
steering metaphors
driving porcelain buses
winter’s end
is always vulnerable to
birth, sickness, old-age & death
in that order. two more stops
until i get off
