Poems from taylahutchings
i know
your heart aches
when you run out of distractions;
when your insomnia
takes the form
of the memories we once shared.
but it is...
she comes to visit sometimes,
she’ll stay for weeks,
or a few hours.
she’s a pretty gal,
even though her makeup
tends to be smudged....
i am made up
of the city’s streetlights
and busy highways.
my commotion
is silenced by a small town’s
quiet voice.
my road map
was...
i could write a thousand poems
about the relationship
between a younger sister
and an older brother
about how one day you loved me
with...