Poems from julie-donohue
You were analytical,
pragmatic, and I loved that.
So much more than critical,
and cynical, and I tripped up.
I turned on the tap
and you...
Marina strove for too much identity
in a bad falsetto she sang
and it was American;
So America, America,
let us switch roles...
let me...
Marina strove for too much identity
in a bad falsetto she sang
and it was American;
So America, America,
let us switch roles...
let me...
I am given hope by the presence of the air, the rocking of a foot under the blanket by a mother, strumming of an instrument and another...
I lay there blank
drawing pictures
with nothing more than a mind,
a color scheme
another theme that I learned about in
english
calling it...