L. V., an almost haiku [i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 2)]
L. V., i found this poem as the peppermint tea circled down the drain
L. V., i found this poem a week after the world ended
L. V., i found this poem whilst we talked about monet for hours on end
L. V., i found this poem dancing with your shadow
L. V., i found this poem scribbled on the underside of a mountain
L. V., i found this poem washed up on shore
L. V., i found this poem floating like a bug in my cup of coffee
L. V., i found this poem whilst we talked about van gogh with wine in our bloated bellies
L. V., i found this poem on the headstone of a 9-year-old boy
L. V., i found this poem alone in the middle of a crowd
Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.
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