[tabby title="Poet Bio"] compliments don’t live here, but I like you, tailor unwilling lips with whispers to a screen gone black and a taste like iron or coffee without cream, pens always heavy in hands with opposable thumbs unmoving —...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I’m full of last lines and titles and nothing in the middle, I’m tired of waiting — I sleep over covers so I don’t have to make the bed, if I already know the ending, how do...