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.
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