Back in America,
I read my professor’s poem that was shaped
like a breast on the page. He was edgier
than I thought. To this day, I regret not using
the words that came to me when I needed them.
Back in America,
I read my professor’s poem that was shaped
like a breast on the page. He was edgier
than I thought. To this day, I regret not using
the words that came to me when I needed them.