November in the cold and the sun
of a south window
I want to sit
against the bed’s foot
blinds striping the dusty floor
rock myself and be young
or very old.
-kem
Author, "Tartan & Other Hereditary Patterns" a Lyric Memoir
November in the cold and the sun
of a south window
I want to sit
against the bed’s foot
blinds striping the dusty floor
rock myself and be young
or very old.
-kem