Tag: old poems

write somethinganythingthere’s cerebral spinal fluidwhere some of mybrain used to beand it’s one of the manypossible scapegoatsto blamefor why i am like thishumor me for a momentpicture a house with a singleflap for receiving lettersone letter enters you don’t want the letteryou set it on fire(but they’re like a hydra)(the more letters you burn)(the more…