Poems from kpotter
what do i think upon waking,
upon the first blink of my eyes?
every night, i try to remind myself
to remember my thoughts when i rise.
...
teach me to play the piano,
and i’ll teach you about thermodynamics.
your hands are too cold, and mine are too warm;
don’t you want to know...
when i was little, it was endearing,
and my parents would smile behind their hands and whisper:
“she has very small circles, but she loves...
cut me between the fingers so that no one else will see, and
i’ll slice you up in figures divisible by twos and threes.
meet me with a taxi...
i am more than the scrawling words of a girl
resigned to rot in her head,
and i am more than the days that i can't find the strength
to...