Wednesday, May 16, 2018

i miracle

**note: in my sadness, somehow this poetry project should be done

nine years I am here.
miracle
he lived here you know
with his cats, shedding everything in this place
I bet he was covered with herpes
I bet he was covered with filth
i got lucky
all I have are his hooks in my back

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