Poetry

from millilitersto dripsto puddles, streams, and pondslakes, springs, rivers, and seasice and fog and cloud and rainsteam, sweat, and tears i am a set of moleculesconceived only who knows how?a…

too philosophical with my bishop, againmy opponent overwhelms me with his rooksin football, the term is “obvious pain”in love, it could be called a “mortal wound”in war, i guess they…