From the Good, Old, Melancholy Breakfast Department

It’s morning and the roses, still work it
Whisper to the dog. Some nights
I’m out since I need music
Or broken threads in me
Necessitate a word stitch.
I know you know.
Skepsis is in the bread.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto