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) 

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Psychoanalysis


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

The Middle of Winter

(make it stop!!!)