Poems from isidoragermain
Sometimes i pretend to be someone famousi wake up like them and dress like them,i slip into their skin and it’s okay.
Monday i’ll do the...
a rush comes with anger
with the aftertaste of
Shame
naive to the notion
that it could happen to me
am I to blame?
with the...
An applicative memory
draped limply on a coat hanger
Wrap it around my shoulders and move on
I forget it’s there until I remember
When no...