Knife Tattoo I stayed too long and said too many things. Not one cab on Columbus. Crossed the park and went home. It was late. Handsome men and their dogs roamed the lawns. I could smell them. See the shape of their shoulders. The outlines of their cocks in their pants.
AD, you have offered so much, painted so many shades in this piece, I’m going to walk on eggshells all afternoon while I process this poem. Where in your Soul did you find the words to create that untouchable place?
AD, you have offered so much, painted so many shades in this piece, I’m going to walk on eggshells all afternoon while I process this poem. Where in your Soul did you find the words to create that untouchable place?
You’ve heard this often: Bravo!
I love this
Being broken sucks but it can be fun!
We call them OPs. “Other People’s”