The gold thread holding Leadership’s hammock Is fraying like my personality. I put my star-spangled mouth On my husband’s face with no aim. His breath cascades over my Neck. Everyone on our street has a laundry room but me Our little girl wears old Onesies and roller skates in the shower. The emperor has clothes. He just doesn’t want us to see them. like a mathematician he subtracts us one by one where I go, my husband goes his breath locked onto my hips.
I am using predictive text to write poems. I pick the word to start with, and then I choose 1 word from the 3 that are offered. Let’s see how that went.
The moon was so burnt out it was my favorite place to be. Corrosive bacteria can cause cancer or even three weeks of birth. Red light is always welcome in our churches. Feathered hair is silvered like a great idea and a great night.