Reasons to Never Love a Poet
I miss you because you were a war– springing up from soiled pages, eraser-mark trenches, a man wrapped in papyrus bandages. I miss you because your words were like will-o’-the-wisps and I could never remember they meant harm. I miss you because you had poetry glistening between your lips instead of saliva. Music instead of anger, me instead of somebody else. I miss you because after all those things were […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 