i am experienced and
i am an anomaly of distracted stars.
settled and crippled and delusional
in your logic. ropes across our
foreheads and plastic dreams
are worth it no more.
subject me in your verbs;
i live better this way.
this will be my last poem
so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...
