Poems from busybee333
Today things just aren’t going my way
My eyes see nothing, my fingers sense nothing
My mind is a barren terrain and my heart is a blank...
Her face is pale birch wood or potato flesh.
White, bland, boring.
Her mind is an explosion gone awry
Intensely hued, a million different...
I was eating my pancakes
Aunt Jemima’s Buttermilk and Liquid Maple Sugar
My mother comes out
and stares at my panqueques.
She moves stonily...