Poems from shann0nsteele
A string branches from the windows to your soul; connecting
Us as we stare with the violent intentions of conquering
The world together. ...
Two minutes and fifty five seconds
for microwave popcorn.
Eleven and a half minutes
for a phone call with your mother.
Ninety minutes
for...
Life is letting your
Self be slowly extracted through
Migraines and birthdays and
Obligations and homemade quilts and
Hoping and cheese...