Not A Nice Poem
cum dribble makes a note to his future self
call home before you write.
Mom gargles a glut of notes in the throat,
spits in a bedside glass the same words
Dad came up with
“Do you love me?”
Comments Off
February 12, 2007
No Comments
No comments yet.
RSS feed for comments on this post.
Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.