Rainy Day Ridgeback, #s 12 and 35
My roommate gone Meat on my tongue Rest is the meal I crave My bowl in the yard, stained Collects rain Gravy for later
Day: November 5, 2008
The Plastic Bag Game – a poem
I close my eyes and wait for the torture to end short of breath, I’m still alive. How long did I hold it for? A minute, a year. Another raw meat meal.