hello white sheets
on the first day of this period.
” this is your life
one minute at a time. ”
i lay for a long time in the dark last night feeling the cotton under my skin
talking myself out and in
of getting up to write this poem.
i can’t remember what i was thinking
but i was sure that it was good
at the time.
I wrote this a while ago, but am attempting publishing from a new platform *wink
someone got a new toy