to have the greatest living poets
text you their poems?
Drag sends me a poem
from wherever she is
in the wide world,
a poem about her father
and maybe ayahuasca.Wow, heavy steps here, poet.
Lots to unpack.
I needed this!
Yeah, you interrupted me
just folding laundry
and living normally.
Sure, normalcy has its moments,
but it is good to be reminded
that it is not the desired destination,
no I would rather live in a world
of words from weird writers.
And just then, icon303 sends me some crazy shit
about William S. Burroughs eating an apple,
which makes me smile and neglect matching socks.