Wednesday, March 25, 2020

What’s on Your Mind?

I’ll leave it at that.
You don’t need a loftier

For composition
In phrases that you’ve minted,
Borrowed, bent, stolen—

In other words, poems—
Than that which possesses you.
Not me. Not them. You.

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