Impossible
This light and airy creature
Giggling in my arms
As if she has been here all along
Just when I thought
I would never breathe so freely
Again.
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Poetry should be fun. We're not here to write pretty. We're here to rip shit up.
Another Night At the Poetry Office
About Me
- David Oppegaard
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
1 comment:
I like the feeling of this, the hopefulness. I wondered though if you were referring to a woman or a baby? Maybe I don't really need to know because as I said, I liked the feeling. Happy.
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