Poetry by Who Else

[underoakes]

"I was the one prayer spoken
in the short little life
of a dust mite
trying to be a sword
hoping to become a twig
a constellation
or at least and answer
to somebody's question
I was born in the year of swan.
My arms
were born in the year of the fish-
a corner of me was something truly spectacular."

- a man who finds Bukowski unapologetic, honest, real and beautiful, anis.