poem part
what the moon says is bleak.
it doesn't agree with Forrest
Gump, pop music, or my mother.
its words are garbled; not through
interference--just 'cause of distance.
rabbit ears might help. I haven't tried.
I am too busy stirring through
the garbage, looking for scraps of
thanksgiving dinner two years prior.
The wishbone snapped at my sister; she
wanted a doll with magnetized lips. she
always was a sucker.
....
it doesn't agree with Forrest
Gump, pop music, or my mother.
its words are garbled; not through
interference--just 'cause of distance.
rabbit ears might help. I haven't tried.
I am too busy stirring through
the garbage, looking for scraps of
thanksgiving dinner two years prior.
The wishbone snapped at my sister; she
wanted a doll with magnetized lips. she
always was a sucker.
....