Random Drafting of Poems (Process)

Poem 1

Word travels fast among the sisters
even though it’s March, even across
oceans. Just waiting for something
to light up

The skies I am seeing, only your
sibling can remind you — the calm
of smoke on bees, let my ignorance
be forgiven

That being said, boys are boys
even though toy cameras,
toy pianos, reclaim cities like
SF

The time is as good as any
for many, many deaths
& their opposite picture

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One Response to “Random Drafting of Poems (Process)”

  1. Abby Says:

    You have a way with words that kind of gives me chills.
    I really like this.

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