I have been hungry to write this poem ever since November clipped the days blue and short. The horrible thing is that… I walked past the General Grant Memorial defending a song by keeping it on, pausing only to remember when there was no snow. Two days ago a man catcalled me saying Hey! Relax! Some things are just human, like never drinking enough water, or always choosing the bench which faces the sun. Or wanting to feel new and different. As I sat there, a man threw snow at a tree and left walking west in the other direction.
End-of-Month | webzine and blog
Reflections on the end… of the month.
End-of-Month | webzine and blog 