“interior”
by Brian Varchmin
“interior”
my poem makes
a cave
for us
it is that place
that pulses
and contains
you and the idea
and me
together until
it ends
“interior”
my poem makes
a cave
for us
it is that place
that pulses
and contains
you and the idea
and me
together until
it ends
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sort of surreal in a good sense