A poem a day keeps me writing and reflecting on a life that's made of meanings I don't want to give. Raw work. Beware.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Calm
Calm, but not quite.
Calm, masking something else altogether.
Cold. Hungry?
Calm on top of anxiety.
Calm masks anxiety.
Anxiety bubbles beneath calm.
Calm and wanting.
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