Poems from Plath_Dickinson
Though my words will be my living,
Though my books will be my bread,
I can lose all of these things
And still have everything I need.
...
Sometimes
A Crazy Friday night
Looks like popcorn balls
You make with your best friends
To eat over
The Master of Disguise
And...
I am a molecule
Of water
Swirling about in an
Eddy of emotion
With water, one is flexible
Fluid
Like a viscous ribbon trailing down a...