COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
And So Now
writing in the basement,
listening to Peach Pit,
with the basketball game on
in the blue blackground,
I click a button to FaceTime you,
and it rings but I panic and hang up,
so now my heart is racing
and I don't know what to do,
so I write this poem and hope you read it.
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