I have sat
too many times
in the midst of empty words.
Fitting meanings.
Make belief.
They didn’t feel the ill-fit.
The choking at the mouth.
And now when I speak
They don’t listen.
Letter to an imaginative thyroid gland
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Dear Ms. Gland,
I hope this letter finds you in the
pink
of health
Or at least a few shades
closer to happiness
than you were
after our Monday meeting
that...
11 years ago
you write beautifully me love ... should be publishing your verses soon ...
ReplyDeletei just had to say i love i love i love and i hate, but that's because i love. make sense?
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