now, you are a friend,old anxiety, present,breathing out, lightly.
Tag Archives: English poem
Tissues🤧
A haiku for all those tissues I have sneezed into this week. Enjoy!
Ode to my broken piano
On the days that I do not love you my love looks nothing like love. In fact, it looks much like not quite the opposite but an in between state: A half-working key, an almost soundless note pressed against my finger-tips.
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