Poems from BusyBird
How can I stop?
Mash the button screaming OFF
A violently labled plea
For a silent scream.
It doesn't work; no current
Thought with no...
I remember the swell of the blood red buds,
spread in delight, whetted with my kiss.
Your rose lips unfurled,
framed in the flowerbed of...
I used to despise the slope of my nose,
swooping out instead of in, almost beaky
from a quarter view. I loathed
the slight width of my...