Monday, October 28, 2019

What I Feel

what I feel in the afternoon
obvious sunlight pouring in
through my huge window is I
can't do anything what about
chores what I feel doesn't do
meaning pull up my pants or
stash away the letters from
sweet friends long gone here
again as memory as history
or plastic against the drafts
ahead of the punishing night
what I feel beomes the poem

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