Bear With Me: Prose Poem
Wait till I can blow out the dust a little bit more
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2 min readMay 16, 2022
If the poets tell it —
ah, if they did it aright, there’d be some hope in this jail, in the squeamish mind that hops from genitals to janitors closets, looking for some love — is that what it is…
but bear —
I mean, keep in mind the setting sun
the darkness
like ravens that overpower…