When I tell you what I’m thinking…

You claim you’ve abandoned all forethought But hold your icy glare That peruses the pages of my mind As I lay them naked and bare In the margins you make footnotes Reducing every epiphany to a Mere epistle You weave your heart into a blanket That pricks my skin with thorns and thistles You conjureContinue reading “When I tell you what I’m thinking…”