tea for “to:”

wait for the fog to move
up
side

down. then I’ll be left

side
up

down the road with eyes
spinning in a saucer
where you hid your tees
and closed your eyes
                               on me.
       you knew before,
           because of her,
                     you were
                           emptied.

now, nothing is left

up to us
aside

sipping memories
that we put on
or
                      on the

side
because

all those
“possibilities”
have been
dirtied
and I won’t do your laundry…

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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