Thursday, May 4, 2017

I'm doing okay

I thought I would be writing a poem tonight

A poem of how I just captured a princess who had lost her way...

Instead,

I write this silly shit about...

Tulips

The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;   
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,   
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

                                                                             -- Sylvia Plath



And I think,

I'm doing okay



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