Poems from kaileytedesco
Is when the world playsa god on themselves and
Covers itself in the names of othersas a disguise for their own.
It pours out all our...
The television was briefly a crystal ball:
All the summer bodies lay suctioned to the sofa: barnacles...
Antidotes and Anecdotes to tear us through and through;Irises, whipped egg yokes, such monochrome disasters.Yet yellows stare at starry...
Mademoiselle Paralysée
By: Kailey Tedesco
The mousy lady standing quietly
in the middle of the room...
Doesn’t have much to say,...