Thursday, February 28, 2013

Poetry. Sam Reynolds. (I like her a lot lately) (this one made me cry)

How to name a zebra

You flatten me
all the time
like how you think
everything in the future
happens tomorrow
and when your small hand
tugs at my own
but today
when I asked you
what we should name your zebra
and you said dictionary
I had no bones left
only the raw muck
of love.

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