ab chaos poesis: made things arising
A poem a day for the cruelest month, with links to friends and students making the same mad dash….
02 April 2016
I was a nest for it: dried twigs,
shredded plastic, garlands drifted,
brittle grasses, leaves, tufts of hair,
fur, spider’s silk, saliva, lichen, no
flesh here but mud, shiny hair ties,
feather, a well of waiting.
April 02, 2016
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