The last couple of days have been full of tough feelings of the heart kind and the body kind, and I don't even have the words. But I will say this about my drive home from some work meetings at sunset yesterday.
I Said "17 a Day" But I Didn't Say 17 of What
Damn this sky tonight making
Me want to open up my veins
And bleed neon orange pink
An autobiographical short poem a day (except when I don't).
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