your friends want to eat you

poetry

the social vulture circles
livingrooms like the mojave
waiting for the inevitable
dead sentence to expire
and to swoop down and
put their hungry hearts to
devouring

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the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

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