Inhale . . .
(the ant on my toe)
Exhale.
morning jog —
my muffin top
a mind of its own
Inhale . . .
(the ant on my toe)
Exhale.
morning jog —
my muffin top
a mind of its own
every breath
a new twist to an old tune
harmonica man
a crooked way to truth
watching
a key being cut
without intending to
the funhouse mirror
finds your smile
taking it apart
putting it back together
my feelings for you
suicide note
nothing leaves me faster
than you do
Frogpondering
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