I Can’t Ketchup

{Weighing the Pros&Con-diments}

on poems. I must
-ard(ently) ward off
these fears
and relish the thought
of just inking away,
come what may
(oh)
(naise.)

 

 

…

I Can’t Erase These Words

I have put them out
into the world,
fire and ice
and ink and steel.

 

 

..

Two poems, two days late. Ketchuping on poem-vember.