another cold page
i’m refusing to think about things like insensitivity
the moon may brood at night and shadow the faces of trees
but i refuse to treat myself that way
with such indifference
don’t u know that love is a verb
and the end of this
and now another previous bit of poetic wellness:
~aNOTHER mONDAY iN mAY~
these words may mean [...]
