Poems from katlinmohundro

betrayal and aching in your lungs the last half-sip of wine no u-turns   one missing stitch   bleeding ink on left hands whys and what-ifs...
there's this boy and i love him like a letter loves it envelope and my heart aches like too much christmas when i see him walking down the...
my father reduced to a pile of belongings   "a seperate load" on moving day to be locked in a storage unti abandonded worn clothes donated...