Sinnesloschen

Olympia October In Puyallup in April It’s all senseless We’re both passengers In a seasonal vehicle Each sidewalk step Kicks up loose pieces Of eroded concrete gravel Skittering down sparsely Crowded stalking streets Oly is fearless except When she’s not Vulnerability is a constant Olympia might be corroding But she’s also consumed By things exhumedContinue reading “Sinnesloschen”

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