you can divide me into three sections
as i sit i am the poet, book in lap
typing a poem in the text fields provided
i am the hunger, gawking and sipping
and daydreaming about the next batch of cupcakes
listening to the symphony in my stomach
meanwhile the laundry is in the washing machine
waiting for me to take it out, to set it free
in a closet full of hangers to dry overnight
No comments:
Post a Comment