Today is a reprint of a random poem form the archives. I've still deciding what to do with Wednesdays until I have my short story ready to go.
In light of all the people eating each other. Here, is Zombie from October 2009.
Tracing ourselves we reinvent the wheel then fire
We reorganize our closets by season then color
Gravity only exists because we start recognizing its existence
Our eyes roll endlessly as we talk about our newness
Blood in out and over they say lick their wounds lick
This circle is for believers only this other one is for something else