Poem, Fixation
Every Little Thing
September 22, 2023
this stanza you’ve hung your hatred on
I’ve no memory of writing
though I’ll cheerfully lay claim
note four lines in clear frivolity
must absolute define
my every waking moment
my very concept of self-evidence
please, roast me at your fire
a long and lonesome year
has brought to me desire
to see the child I was entire
swung for animosity
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