Poems from ssuttles
How much does a camera see?
You’re staring indirectly at one for half of your day.
You wake up, grab your phone- camera.
You get to work,...
Our time is obsessed with time.
There has to be a deadline for everything.
It all must be done by a certain day and be in a certain place...
Do they even know?
That little ball of fur at the end of your bed.
Does he know how much he’s loved and adored?
The slightest movement of...