Poems from November Ason
i wish i wasn’t dead
because i still almost feel life
as if the last strands have
attached to my soul
hanging free
against all odds
i'm the stray cat you've let inside your house.
you never intended for me to say,
in fact,
you forget why i haven't been kicked out.
you...
on my dash from someone i’ve never known
i think someone i followed had replied
had urged you to wait
had asked you to rethink
it’s strange...
like gum that has been sitting in your mouth for to long
it had lost its flavor and grown bitter
it started out so soft, sweet bubble gum...
the ticks of a clock feel so certain
confident that time has passed
steady in pace and sound
as the minutes elapse
can you feel the...