NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)

You and I have grown past love the way a child grows past a sweater  or wears down the heels of rainy season rubber boots You and I have fished for love  the way a 'coon paws murky ponds, half in/half out in shameless hunkered stupor  grasping at anything -anyone- to fill the void and … Continue reading NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)