Two relatively unrelated poems today. First, a poem about my emotional-overeating reaction to the previous night’s insomnia, then a brief poem (based on an email) which both pretends I can sleep and diminishes my self-worth. “…I am furniture…”
Two relatively unrelated poems today. First, a poem about my emotional-overeating reaction to the previous night’s insomnia, then a brief poem (based on an email) which both pretends I can sleep and diminishes my self-worth. “…I am furniture…”