The Poetry Living In My Skin
I am trying to give these poems a home I am sometimes too afraid to house them in my body
I remember things from long ago
I am trying to give these poems a home I am sometimes too afraid to house them in my body
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
In the bath I am cognizant of the fact that I am s u r r o u n d