Poems from autonymapril

Open Letter to My Love, My Joy, and Your Damn Potato Salad
The first time I met you, you were going on and on about potato salad my complexion pallid, nose wrinkled, you didn't notice how much I...
Bathroom Pep Talk
forehead on cool white promises falling cathedrals in your synapse  burning communion and  crumbling pews  there is    better than this...