Poems from kimberlykkelly
returning from invisible, like ice a drip, escaping of freedom
a hundred day perspective love silent language
this isn’t earth it’s a place...
what is happening cannot be spoken
time is out
running out, running out
dream richly to myself
it's the last few days
of the purple room...
a ten-second tears falls
from bleak but truthful faces
with a poultice-like mask
from mistaken-youth places
what are the choices to...