Poems from sswrght1
Humidity is a bitch to me. It’s alive.
Sitting on cement, slapped fresh by Texas afternoon rain.
Microscopic droplets carry home, lingering...
Scratch our story into skin
flip my pages thin
you’ll never forget me.
Justify my every move
to conform to nothing in my
naked mind.
...
My eyes are wildflowers
Dirt roads. Weeds and
Willow trees
Main stream is cement.
Dead.
My dreams must live and breathe
I won’t be...