touch poetry when we touch the world dissolves falling like snow until we are left alone hands on hips holding trying not to fall, trying not to open eyes awake return comprehend that the world exists intrudes fails. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
love is the greatest
if your gay
haha… i haven’t made that inappropriate joke in a LONG time..
did anyone say poop?
roger, you’re one more gay joke away from being booted from the sieve and the sand.
rcribay your mom. HA! take that.