an enema might perhaps help poetry i’d tell you more but i assure you my words are being nearly sucked dry by vocations i choose not, but choose me. and thus i’m left like a used rag — used. and tired. my fingers too empty for any further verbal diarrhea. 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...