{ A Definitive Maybe } by Big Sway

[sewn_to_all]

Life dangles in front of me like a carrot, supple. I'm a burro with the legs of an ant. When the clock spins around on MY face, I climb up to the basement through the moonlight. I am a diminishing return. Both of my feet are two big forms of we. Tomorrow is always a day away. Yesterday runs from my face. My posterior rubs up against the next me

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ariascorner

[oregonnerd]

Is up and running again, although the poetry blog will be another of the groups I inherited. However, ariascorner can be used to submit poems to me to comment on (and other members), and will be members-only, which means that it can be submitted to a "real" publication. I just checked and last century's rules are more valid; published on the internet is published.