Dare I say that I love my belly… “I love my Belly..” Although, I haven’t had one in awhile. I do now…. though brief; primarily from a monthly bloat…. but a BELLY nonetheless. A Belly […]
Tag: poems
RED DOOR
Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk. Dunked, and stuck. Stagnate and unmovable. Red Door. Locked. No entry. Neon green. Bright and effervescent. Feverish, flailed and flipped Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black. Unashamed and free […]
