new poetry from this season — and two from my first collection, "poemspartum" (with some flourishes)
the snow and i are usually friends,
but when you haven’t left your house in over a month,
you start to hate the things you love,
until yourself and snow become one.
Wow this stanza rocked me 🤍
🤍🥹
the snow and i are usually friends,
but when you haven’t left your house in over a month,
you start to hate the things you love,
until yourself and snow become one.
Wow this stanza rocked me 🤍
🤍🥹