I have not forgotten
which side of the bed
to effortlessly toss
my pillows. I do-
that without thinking.
I carried with me
two entire boxes
of souvenirs from
our courtship. I do not-
need to open them.
I never pick daisies
if I did I would mercilessly
hack them to pieces with
my impetuous fingers.
I do, I don't, I do,
I don't, I do, I don't
I do, I don't, I do,
I don't, I do, I don't
I do.
I have not forgotten
how much effort I made
to preserve each petal.
listen to the spoken word version of daisies
:)
Tickle your toes. . .
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Recently I have been really attempting to delve into what it means to be a poet. Jim Morrison once wanted to be a poet, and look where it go...
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