Poems from acacia_woods

I'm blind to lines Except the red ones, by design, Like loose leaf, looking higher Seeing white, being inspired to try By a margin of...
I’ve got dirt in my fingernails. There’s a soft, gritty pleasure to the touch of earth, My few square feet of Eden.   I smooth the soil...
The sound of static lasts for a second, And I see myself reflected in the blue screen, eyes half-lidded, slouching; The camera focuses.  ...