I am so tired Weary Drifting into dejection into ennui to fog On little cat’s feet my mind tiptoes past the pen the raging herd of worry anger, confusion. Hush little baby, don’t say a word Momma’s going to make you a cute face mask Smiles are rarer these…
No words Images in letters feelings captured in familiar shapes Squashed and contorted flattened to be tethered to a page Ink dries Abbreviated creation Concepts contained Paraded for consumption Judgment and Awe of others A heart Fragile Read Interpreted but not insulated In the clumsy hands of Strangers (c) Christy…