I’m so bad
in corners —
I’d rather be
a circle;
what to do
but spit
& lift
both feet —
tell me now
how to do it,
where the
wall- wood
& the other,
like a kiss,
leads thru ‘m
Poetry
I’m so bad
in corners —
I’d rather be
a circle;
what to do
but spit
& lift
both feet —
tell me now
how to do it,
where the
wall- wood
& the other,
like a kiss,
leads thru ‘m