Nights I watched your back and wanted
to wake you
tell you I hurt but then what?
My bones howled hollow and my mind stuttered
while waiting on dreams
super-humans with frailties
Your left hip hurts
my right knee needs me
I bit into the apple that fell next to the tree
and threw it on the ground
You didn’t want me
Not the way you first found me
bitten into like that, turning brown
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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