I have no time for words --
I raid the fridge,
pillage the cabinets,
finding, finally,
that nothing satisfies
they roll from corner to
corner, like pencils
across a desk;
screaming but unwritten
they beckon like an empty
desk, lit, and waiting
Heather Reed 2005
hey heather! great to see a space for your poetry. i really like your stuff, despite the deceitful 'daily' description ;)
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