today #1A Poem by Ashley Hive come to terms with the truth that walls and everything in them are imaginary and people in the waiting room arent always watching you. swallowing swallowing swallowing the roof of my mouth the right side of the street smells like my grandparents lay z boy dont ever drink coco straight from the can unless your guts are made of steel and your tiles arent that particular shade of white especially if youve got a case of the heavy elbows. © 2010 Ashley H |
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