I keep a list of my thoughts a rope thrown something to clutch when I remember and plunge remember and melt if you are up to anything it is a sight beyond dog-eared notebooks you would not tolerate an underwhelming afterlife reading scribbled musings remember when I bought the volumizing shampoo by mistake three trees that look like the mothman out there the stench of melted Barbie dolls and vegetable soup today I am 38 and you are 37 though I have never been the oldest memories being so finite you now newly infinite I hope you are beyond it fathomless free
About the Poet:
Laura’s work has appeared in publications such as From Whispers to Roars, Cathexis Northwest Press, and Neologism Poetry Journal. She lives in Ohio with her family and is a licensed attorney. She spends her days adventuring with her young children and staying caffeinated. You can find her on Instagram at @laura_writes_words.
Truly lovely. ❤️❤️
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