i'm hung up on all my old tissue,
body salts dissolve me. more than once
i purge on dirty words and tattered idioms
in from your cold, i tiptoe through a river too
shallow to float me and so i have to walk
on these stumps. it makes me not stronger, no,
but it sure gives you the slip, for good.
or bad. and a good laugh.
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
