Poems from RP195
I shaved my head
after we ended.
Why?
Oh, I don't know.
Aerodynamics.
We used to fly.
To Bluebirds.
But I've just been going in circles in this rink
Contemplating buying violet lipstick
Obsessing over going...
The crickets’ timbre echo my eulogy;
The snowy owl's hoot sings my autumn ruin.
Midnight cloaks my heart who howls—Eternity
—Too soon!
A...