Old Dirt, New Air (a poem)
and I avert my eyes in frenzied denial
of a world moving on without me,
because I’d rather watch you all die,
than see how you’ve changed— Continue reading Old Dirt, New Air (a poem)
and I avert my eyes in frenzied denial
of a world moving on without me,
because I’d rather watch you all die,
than see how you’ve changed— Continue reading Old Dirt, New Air (a poem)