don't take my will to live,
I haven't felt safe since 2007
"I would rather be a symbol
of a man who makes mistakes,
perhaps, but a man who loves."
Then: Pandemic poetry.
a melodrama adapted from the novel
by Carson McCullers 2.0.
these thoughts, they are formless;
there's snow and death and poetry in them,
but they make sense to me.
that's all that matters,
along with the Angus & Julia soundtrack,
as Friday turns to Saturday.
another day done,
but at least this is pretty damn fun,
making it up as I go along.