Terry Horn - More Poems
keep going
one of the secrets
of life
involves movement
cleaning
keep the broom working
the dust pan
looks ready to
ponce
wondered
sometimes if
we
even had a
heart
wondered
sometimes
if she even had
a heart
am watching
not really
can not
see that far
the child in everyone
dancing
in a room filled
with windows
and mirrors
to
look at me
you
would not believe that
I could understand
anything
dumb or invisible
neither
you
cannot
see my heart
feel my thoughts
live my life
or
even grasp
how happy
I can be
in this sorrow
I want a refund
that
poem sucked so bad
that
I want a refund
okay
fucked you
in
the past
now
we promise
never
to fuck you
again
thought you were old
and
you were
there is a hole now
never gonna fill
step up
cannot even see
the other side
I can hear it though
when I listen
on the porch
with the swing
in a room
full
of white people
still
speaking witch hunt
literally
god
made me do
it
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