she prefers them raw
in the shell
in the ocean
minding their own business
as she feeds her own
salty soul.
::
In November, we poem.
she prefers them raw
in the shell
in the ocean
minding their own business
as she feeds her own
salty soul.
::
In November, we poem.
I LOVE raw oysters—in my mouth. ❤
🙂
I don’t eat oysters and I absolutely love this poem
Thank you!
Fed or not, this salty soul of mine, revels in words like this.
Thanks so much.