My Whole Life
I’d love to get off your case, you first
Horses run free
The fate of the lilac bush
Weaned on her tang
Loving her before she was a constellation
Random stacks of books
Up the ladder
Will the goat eat
Is the mirage worth the heat and the scorpion
The wind has been pushing me around my whole life
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I really enjoy how random, disjointed, and blown about this poem feels.