Poems from katlinmohundro
betrayal
and aching in your lungs
the last half-sip of wine
no u-turns
one
missing
stitch
bleeding ink on left hands
whys and what-ifs...
there's this boy
and i love him like a letter loves it envelope
and my heart aches like too much christmas
when i see him
walking down the...
my father
reduced
to a pile of belongings
"a seperate load"
on moving day
to be locked in a storage unti
abandonded
worn clothes donated...