A Poem by Kelsa Trom

Oyelet You were sure about the street.  It had overwhelmed written all over, or the sharp edge of civilization. Pretty new. State-wide enforcement of fair weather or yellow weather jackets led us all to the hidden love scene in some cave, and on our way, you remind me of manstrength. You need that to uproot. The man with your last job is especially proud of … Continue reading A Poem by Kelsa Trom