6d
Beloved…
haven’t you learned by now?
my poems don’t know how to run—
how to heal.
they only know how to stay
in a corner of a drawer,
making noise
when I want silence,
and whispering
“why?”
haven’t you learned by now?
my poems don’t know how to run—
how to heal.
they only know how to stay
in a corner of a drawer,
making noise
when I want silence,
and whispering
“why?”
