Poems from owenhannon_2
Bacon in a pan
Rendering its fat and changing in it.
It all goes away and hardens to a brick,
But that’s the drain’s issue.
I need not this...
What are you supposed to do when your beliefs are antithetical to who you are?
What are you supposed to do when your moral code disregards...
Sneeze rips the stuffy air.
A sniffle, a scratch, a hum.
Clicking the keyboard.
Deep sigh, repositioning lips.
Flip the computer,
Crane the...
You whip an egg white —
Turn it’s membranous viscosity into a glossy costume.
But you can only do that with cream of tartar
Or puckered...
Isn’t funny how your fingertips are creation?
The connection between your mind and the world,
and the mode by which you pause.
How every...