I think I see the same woman with her kid at least 20 times in one shift. Continue reading “Iterations”
I mean, it’s practically just prose with line breaks.
What moon phase are we in right now? I don’t know; it probably doesn’t even matter.
Not to be That Guy, but this July was super cold and climate change is definitely a thing. Then again, I’m cold anywhere below 78 degrees Fahrenheit.
Can you be gone for so long and still expect her to wait for you?
…which is not necessarily a personal poem.
It is, however, a pantoum.