November 13, 2017

Saint Juliet with Starry Eyes

1.

Maybe my poems come out
of the veins of my neck
and one day it will explode.

Sometimes I share too much.
Sometimes I don't share enough,
but doesn't that all depend 

upon what one considers
to be the deep end

or the blood bath?

Whethe...

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