Who would draw
these margins drawing
blood press wordsÂ
into walls except to keep
us from these hands
this here that now whispers
take off your shoes
No Stranger
Against exile.
Against exile.
Who would draw
these margins drawing
blood press wordsÂ
into walls except to keep
us from these hands
this here that now whispers
take off your shoes
So inviting that I took my shoes off!
Love these little stream of consciousness poems you’re posting. I don’t always understand but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying them.
Thank you, Bartholomew! Navigating an uncertain period right now, and these are strangely grounding. : )