Poems from Glory McGuigan
I will drive the car today, anyday
Because you’re tired of it
And because you never fail to love me
When I tire of myself.
Every day the...
I will drive the car today, anyday
Because you’re tired of it
And because you never fail to love me
When I tire of myself.
Every day the...
I come from beige,
Apartment number thirteen.
I come from the empty lot,
Lupine popping up
In the desert of my childhood.
I come from the...
I come from beige,
Apartment number thirteen.
I come from the empty lot,
Lupine popping up
In the desert of my childhood.
I come from the...