There is a baby talking in tongues again and I am as silent as ever. No 'I love yous' or open-mouth kisses, only off-white undertones and pungent tendencies to drown out the noise.
03/05/2003
Posted on 03/05/2003Copyright © 2024 Leah Laiben
this poem does not lack for guts. It lives and breathes in real time and imagined.
Pierces the mind and soul like a well sharpened sword. Well done!