Monday, August 17, 2015

W.A.I.T.


Why Am I Talking?

A stone dreams of
light beams- tired
arms outstretched, holding up
bridges- drilling
swollen knee-
caps, backs of
legs sticking to vinyl
car seats,
red.

BK
August 2015
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