Poem a Day 2016
Sunday, January 31, 2016
It's me.
For your white dress,
I need a pink slip.
because winter has turned into summer
and spring into fall.
because it no longer crackles like fireworks
but sits soggy in the cavity of my mouth.
I'm expired milk.
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