The Poet
moves toward
a microphone
and into
the film frame.
*
When you
asked to see
me naked,
I knew what
you wanted
was for me
to see you.
*
Acceptance is
never absolute.
*
Shuffling papers,
improvising a joke.
*
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDelete