Things I Probably Shouldn’t Be Posting (But Here We Are)
Your girl considered everything. And she means it. She has about 30 poems that could stand to bear witness to all that thinking. However, she would consider you to be of the mediocre kind if you falsely believe that she is anywhere close to being done with the Thinking. I do, however, in complete accordance with her, believe that one cannot leave some lovely, wonderful, and diligent readers hanging onto mere scraps of these threads. So, on popular demand (of a lot of my own thoughts), here is a minute excerpt from something that may or may not become a chapbook of its own should it reach a whopping 50. Provided, all the stars align with my very important thoughts and churn within me a kind of courage that I did not possess in 24 years of breathing in and breathing out. P.S.: Do me a favour and hit play before you read. Love Ya! Poem No. 22 In the songs that play on the radio, In the faces who pass me without a glance, In the strange sounds my stomach makes at n...
