Poems from absadaisy
Im kneeling on the titanium hard-wood floor
Hands clasped
Not praying - begging
Im begging for water
Torrential downpour
yesterday i...
sometimes i find
i want to press myself in a book like a flower
to flatten my spine so my shoulders can be higher
but if my body wasn’t...
i slip into a dream
it's sometime between late and early
and this is where i find you
the bugs sing at their own tempos
as we walk a steady...
counting knots in the wood slats-
the ones i can feel my nonexistent breath bounce off against
the ones holding up the musty mattress that...
who are we now
sometimes i don't feel like we're the same souls
whose eager teeth met by the brick river
on days like this i wonder
what it...