Unbound Poetry
sometimes i have many words and sometimes i have none.
i spill my soul onto a page and ensure there is no bounds for their taste.
unbound poetry, my soul uncovered.
stable housing for one?
i sat still on a rug in the sun
i sat still for so long a spider spun its web in the creases of my rolled up jeans.
perhaps they wanted me to read it a bit of poetry?
or maybe they're just a little spider who mistook me for stable housing.
-a.m
stable housing for one?
