Of course I meant to make you laugh
When I said I felt like swallowing eggs whole
Come back to me I promise I am more thanapologies and misgivingsI no longer mourn for my failures nor do I care about my small triumphs. They are enough!
I will make myself beautiful I will pick at mysplinters and write long winded letters and wince at my misdirection
I have not been good but it is not for lack of trying
Please. The places where I bruise have nothing to do with maps, although I told you you could trace them tosome final destination. Ha.I don't know. I imagined that we could have talked about China and David Hockney and all of the ways in which my plans disintegrate like such dust.
You've never even seen that shade of blue, have you
poems by Tausif Noor