Wristwatches

All along the ticking surface

All the sand along the edge

All deep down in long dry throats:

Fingers press.

Hands Press.

 

All from loose and baggy skin

Round half-lucid teary minds

On beaches few and far away:

Fingers Press. 

Hands press.

wph

VT

16 years old

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  • Poetry

    By wph

    Steps

    1. Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.

      2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in. 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    2/15/Forever

    Someday there’ll be holes in these walls

    Where pictures of you once hung from thumbtacks 

    And the little squares of wall they used to take up 

    Will crumble and rot.

  • False Superman

    We built a superman. 

    In our heads, we built a superman. 

    Clipped by a speeding bullet, 

    So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first