I wish to be hung up on a clothesline
And beaten with a paddle
To be shaken loose of the dust and debris
That has settled between my bones
So that the fibres of my being
Are to be comfortably worn in
And still enjoyed
Five Minutes to Write
looking in the mirror
I feel like I look in the mirror on a daily basis, but then I see that my nose hair is hideously long and I’m pretty sure it didn’t grow like that overnight.
love and stardust 