By Laura Richards
late in autumn,
negligent
call them poems
of men like me,
all men carry
Arms
body
body
body
body down,
lying crush’d
boy’s longings,
spiral falling still
to the ground
By Laura Richards
late in autumn,
negligent
call them poems
of men like me,
all men carry
Arms
body
body
body
body down,
lying crush’d
boy’s longings,
spiral falling still
to the ground