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his fast obsession first thoughts morning noon night wanderings comparative shit I'm lost not like love like wilting time-lapse obsession fast scrunching crumpled paper shifting uncomfortably not here nor now speeding away. -kerry mckenna

Poems, Uncategorized


Like the squeal of the child echoing between the streets, my infatuation is trapped between inception and its constraint. A 'liking' cannot escape so quickly-- A fondness needs fostering. I hold a bit in, tie it to my heart with a bungee cord before it expresses itself, as love is wont to do, in bursts… Continue reading ECHO