The Worst Poetry I Have Ever Read.
Oh my golly! I laughed so hard coffee came out my nose reading this.
Early shades of “shades of” – dreck that is unreasonably popular. Goshens I’d like to hear the audiobook of “This is My Beloved”.
I MAY have to buy the ebook.
I could use the laughs…
She assembles herself as
She pulls herself out of the dryer.
Shirt, bra, underwear
One sock. Much later, the other.
She finds it nestled in the bedsheets
Tumbled together in the thread eroding cycles
One covered with gym sweat, the other with night sweat.
A malodorous bundle, now cleansed.
Assembled, she looks around her
Knowing it is just a breath