Poems from Ellen.Harris11
It takes three weeks for all the skin cells on the human body to die and regenerate.
Maybe that’s why I don’t miss you as much.
The skin I...
And somewhere between those pictures was the day you left.
It was printed on the seams of the film.
I tied the celluloid around your...
I have an irregular heartbeat.
I got it from my dad, like my propensity to get lost in the country on purpose.
It’s 121 beats per minute...