plain and simple
hey symbolic metaphors
late night sleep
a bowl of your pretty little mind
a pair of red leaves fall
wine walking
this day is a week
you want good
not better
your cup now is September
how many I love have flown my kitchen
arranging a perfect child
I like to eat then, forgetting the ocean
a restlessness or
inhabiting quiet
some never talk again
and now to cut up a life
could I have chosen myself
An erasure poem adapted from this wonderful writing at tiny hearts (see below)
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