windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

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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.