Every one of them
I forget. Twenty-seven
years from now I’ll pick
up a squashed acorn
on an unrelated trail
and remember you
See what I’m reduced
to! Fucking aphorisms?
I like my anger
Every one of them
I forget. Twenty-seven
years from now I’ll pick
up a squashed acorn
on an unrelated trail
and remember you
See what I’m reduced
to! Fucking aphorisms?
I like my anger