Poems from solangeichlebe
let it begin:
five-thirty, wake up
go to work
clock in, seven-thirty
“how're you?
paper or plastic? have
a nice...
i've got j-j-joy in my rhymes,
which flow from my mind...
he's standing in the middle
of a jungle, unaware or
perhaps...
I know this picture without even
having it sitting in front of me:
My oldest brother, Kevin, is lying
on the floor beside me, half on the...