Naked Poetry

life is a handful two, if you’re of luck one hundred winters give or take a tree. i miss college skin — i miss my college skin wrists and risks nineteen years of music wrapped 'round the lake night runs in the rain lime green beats left, right left, right never felt pain sealed my sorrow somehow i miss my collagen. all the music unaccounted for remembering all the ways you used to remember dismembering the days I miss my collagen. I miss my college skin. —————————— life is a handful two, if you’re of luck one hundred winters give or take a tree.

and love

I didn’t lose it until I left…