if I could eat anything
I’d eat barnacles and fence posts
grinding metal and shell alike
into a fine slurry
which I’d smear on my face
and forearms
strengthening myself
against storms to come
if I could eat anything
I’d eat barnacles and fence posts
grinding metal and shell alike
into a fine slurry
which I’d smear on my face
and forearms
strengthening myself
against storms to come
I hate the title, but I also hate having no permalink on the post, or increased difficulty in searching and browsing.
But I can’t eat anything.
A poem called Armor:
http://t.co/9RjyC17WJc
(I hate the title, but makes easy browse/search and permalink access.)