...like the taste of rusty tap waterA Poem by Frieda Pthat's how muchAs colors that don't exist & the taste of rusty tap water birds that can't fly trying to verbalize the sky, fine line breaking day & night passive-aggression's coercion, like a broken headboard's recall or inviting a nastyass honey badger to lunch, difference 'tween enraged & compliant ambiguity ~ that's how much I miss you...
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Added on July 19, 2014Last Updated on July 19, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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