heart attack, the words whispered from ear to ear sounded horrible, cruel condescending all i wanted was to rush into the room where my father lay hooked up and hold him close, tell him he was safe they were allowing no one in not even…
Tag: #hour12poeteymarathon2022
Hour twelve: we are gathering
tiny heart beats madly excitedly they’ve given me the instructions which float like strips of rainbow from my jaw – as you proceed they’ll send you more and more to carry be willing you can do it with me are beating thousands and thousands of…