Poem: I Am… (I)

I. I am not concerned with the grey-colored lenses of passerbies, I am burning, ink, inkwells, the sound of a keyboard klick-klacking   I am the snow my skates shave off as I turn I was stone but now I am water I have stared my self-shame and known it was me but I have […]

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