windrag : poetry : journal

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love doesn’t judge the

way it finds itself. it loves,

and in loving, proves.

the basics

if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t read a poem I read,
the fault is mine.

if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t felt a feeling I felt,
i feel for you.

doggy style

my master throws me a bone rich with fat.
due to my animal nature, i drag it
under the porch to suck it clean, forgetting
to lick his hand in thanks.

51

almost full, the moon
leaps out from between houses
drying in the sun

cool

gathering laundry
barefoot: high arches, lucky
slug slays the giant.