Where words come to burn . . .
Kind of a Hurricane Press
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
A Poem by Deborah L. Wymbs
Dog hairs and lover's laundry lint,
Two things not easily gotten rid of,
And a third, images of love making.
He is the words brick and testosterone;
I am the word confused --
He makes me take vacations from myself.
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