Poems from okayls
a small small kayls in a big big salad.
eighteen from indiana.
i'm bad at talking, so i like writing.
he's there soon after the crash and i'm
sitting on the side of the road
bystander by nature, shifting my feet
the way i always do when i'm...
one: The Time. The Time is Now.
“Well, yeah, I used to read for fun,
the same way I used to
lisp my s’s and the way I used
to be four-...
how exactly will i get away from you?
if i hadn’t misstepped, by now i would
have hit the end of the seven year stretch
i have to wait so...
bring me to my knees, oh sunset,
oh last october day before the shrinking sunlight
turns me to a shrinking violet.
the winter kills me off...