I noticed I haven't posted anything in a while, and that makes me kinda lame. So I've decided to post some of the poems I'm written this semester for class and whatnot.
Anatomy
It’s been almost a year,
but I know her hands
didn’t look like this before.
Her fingers, usually harboring
Marlboros and lattes, now
only clasp each other, as
if in silent prayer.
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