The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: February, 2014

What it might look like

This is what a poem

might look like,

or it might look like

what’s out my window,

or like you,

or, of course, my mother.

hee hee. (just kidding) 


And he was all, what’s your mother like? And I was all, Nice. Short.

The Middle of Winter

(make it stop!!!)