a pen scratches paper – shannon p. laws

Poem: Paper

Paper by Shannon Laws We need a place -a room of paper Let’s write our story, slowly on the walls then burn all evidence One fleck with “ah” I’ll keep in a locket

Misfits evening sun sets on my chest light moves over slow breaths empty pubs play lonely string songs in three keys do you know my hymn can I sing your tune separated by table and fret, an empty bent glass I play a wink you play the moon in the middle we never meet Our shipsContinueContinue reading “Poem: Misfits”