Poetry Blog by Zach Dafoe
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I've only awoken on the sidewalk once
And once wasn't enough .
a black string is caught in the small hairs on my arms
cooling dews, falling: a near palpable mist
whirring and chittering insects
like collections calls
i can feel broken glass filling my pockets
unsent text messages to blocked numbers
i cant remember who fired the first shot
but in cer...
Friday 4th January 2019 4:49 pm