The war poet demons
And you are a fraud
He had a crisp in his mouth. It was dangling. He didn’t seem to remember he had been eating them. He picked up another but it never quite made it to his mouth. Hovering. His whole body was ephemeral. I willed him to lick and chew. People were starting to make comments. I didn’t know... Continue Reading →
poem about love
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