cinquain of clutter
Is it
a poverty
of spirit pushing me
to save unmatched socks, old letters
crayons
ruined pans, skeins of kinked up yarn
or simply sabotage
to keep myself
defeated?
Is it
a poverty
of spirit pushing me
to save unmatched socks, old letters
crayons
ruined pans, skeins of kinked up yarn
or simply sabotage
to keep myself
defeated?