Two Poems by Tom Davenport
Apr 20th, 2018 | By DefenestrationMy steel-wheeled ride to work is human-dense
No ropes, but by our corpses tightly bound
We’re hanging suits, we’re pickets in a fence
Too close to breathe, we whisper not a sound
My steel-wheeled ride to work is human-dense
No ropes, but by our corpses tightly bound
We’re hanging suits, we’re pickets in a fence
Too close to breathe, we whisper not a sound
So you’re a new human in the world. Welcome! This pamphlet contains some important information you should know.
Winslow doesn’t know if he has knuckles. Frankly, I don’t think he has bones in his hands.
1. Before you try not to like it, already make up your mind that you will not like it—this makes it so much easier.