the fog made us
less visible and we liked it
in the distance
an organ was crashing
we lost our manners
a bedside voice whispering
will you want to stay
on the earth? tell us
though we are scared you will leave us
tell us please
so we know your true
wishes
#katyamills
My funny bone is not funny anymore. It hurts. When i strike it. These incidents, once funny-by-accident, are now just plain accidents.
My funny bone is an accident waiting to happen. I got it insured through the my friend, the organ grinder, over at pick-and-pull boneyard, at the corner of elbow and knee streets.
K IS SILENT 