Poems, Uncategorized

SHY

I see my desires float around him

It’s perfect—he has no tie to me.

No hobby, no information.

He reminds me of smoke,

that when you open the door, it wafts out in breezes.

So the thought of him is light and I become forgetful.

 

-kerry e mckenna

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