Clean as Cursive

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

14%

you kill my phone, babe
between the pictures and the words
that battery bar is sinking
beneath the weight of minutes counted
between replies, always too many
would you were here, babe
and my phone was still alive
Posted by Unknown at 6:15 PM
Email ThisBlogThis!Share to XShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Poetry and pretty things from a girl obsessed with writing.

Favorite Poets

e.e. cummings
Robert Frost
Seamus Heaney
William Carlos Williams
Billy Collins

Blog Archive

  • ►  2018 (12)
    • ►  September (8)
    • ►  August (1)
    • ►  July (3)
  • ►  2014 (26)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  February (10)
    • ►  January (15)
  • ▼  2013 (79)
    • ►  December (3)
    • ►  November (6)
    • ▼  October (23)
      • October Velvet
      • Great hulking shape
      • Theories Obsolete
      • Hollows of trees echo outside themselves
      • Magpie
      • Paper Pieces
      • To Listen
      • Sleepy
      • Daily Habit
      • Saturday One
      • Running on Sand
      • Baby Hope
      • Three From Fall
      • Chickadee Calls
      • Elaborate Excuse-Making
      • A Warm and Cheerful Wake
      • Precious Things
      • Nightly
      • Pictures of Sunshine
      • 75 Minutes Among Scholars
      • 14%
      • all these faces in my gaze
      • In a Whirlwind
    • ►  September (17)
    • ►  August (10)
    • ►  July (12)
    • ►  June (8)
Watermark theme. Theme images by digi_guru. Powered by Blogger.