Poems from mayrobin

Where it once met feast and leisure, its nails now bore deep to anchor a carcass swinging through summer blossoms. Though passerby assume...
Because I cannot speak Because I do not speak I have stopped, not knowing how to let them out: these hounds from their cages   Because to...
I'm small.   And I've got kinks, in my hair, in my spirit.   I'm small and I'm odd.   My mind developed a bit differently; it was both...