Poems from wkwc
compulsive mac and cheese eater, avid (semi avid) reader, john ashbery rip off, and over all confounded human being
in the winter of one’s cracking white bones
holding traces of a shivering soul
small crystals biting into the blue fingered ghost
that...
Gaping holes in your earnest ramblings you
Wait for me to fill them like a floral puzzle piece discovered under the couch
but there are...