Remember the trust fall
by the creek?
We were both small.
You were smaller than me.
Somehow you caught me.
Somehow I got the idea
I could force feelings into you
with little tricks;
Toss you my heart and yell
"Catch!"
Just to get it in your hands.
YOU ARE READING
Grayspace
PoetryThis project is the author's exercise of methods using automatism as either the finished product or the basis for stories and poems. Nonsense, jarring images, and peculiar journeys woven from the stuff of dreams await. You might laugh. You might cr...
