Revival
The New Romantic
That trailer in the upper
peninsula, your factory
job and my unwritten
novel. Your mustache
and my bad cooking.
The mailbox is always
empty. The bathroom
door does not latch.
I can hear you piss
from the kitchen; it
sounds like summer.
That trailer in the upper
peninsula, your factory
job and my unwritten
novel. Your mustache
and my bad cooking.
The mailbox is always
empty. The bathroom
door does not latch.
I can hear you piss
from the kitchen; it
sounds like summer.
posted by MJH at
6:52 PM
1 Comments:
I love these poems...
I want to publish them with random drawing and photos I make for them.
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