windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem


i apologize to myselffor all the moments i failed to livemy own life fully waiting for someoneelse to apologize.


note to self: songs thatmade me what i am–so fewof them are clever.


distracted. the treesin my neighborhood are deepin conversation.

balance ii

i’ve counted the booksof poems in my house, and thespiders. good ratio.

you are the product

i hope that when whoever is buyingaccesses my personal datathe message is clear:i love my peopleand i don’t care who knows.