Bridget Meeds – 4 poems
I’m Ulaanbaatar It’s May I’m out of registerit’s the cherry blossoms I’m quick and dirtyI need some means restrictiona mistake seen from afarMaybe it’s the lilacs I’m mindful sexI’m back of the envelope I’m Pearl SquareI’m a baby near a boiling kettlea tiger on a calendarCould it be the apple tree I’m instamaticI’m back of […]
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