…
the rhythm
of her metered feet is off
and she scoffs at rhyme
but these words still
want to bleed
so she heeds their
call,
s
p
i
l
l
s
them
(sm)all.
..
…
the rhythm
of her metered feet is off
and she scoffs at rhyme
but these words still
want to bleed
so she heeds their
call,
s
p
i
l
l
s
them
(sm)all.
..
I wonderful ride downstream, rapids, trickles, and all of her secrets.
You know I feel this. Every letter.
“the rhythm
of her metered feet is off” … This is big-time me. Also those pills.