Is it the foot,
which rubs the cobblestones
and snakestones all its days, this lowliest
of tongues, whose lick-tracks tell
our history of errors to the dust behind,
which is the last trace in us of wings?
i wasn’t sure where to leave a comment, so i hope this is the right place??
i just wanted to tell you how much i cracked up reading your latest post, and how i think you are a hysterical and awesome writer! i will be back when i need to smile!
thanks so much for visiting my blog and for leaving your sweet comment (sadly i wasn’t in time to enter the competition you told me about, but thanks for thinking of me!)
keep up the great writing!
hi, this is Kate Riley, I just wanted to clarify that I’m not a Yale poetry MFA (?) though I did drop out of their undergraduate school.
Ok. Apologies. Don’t even know where I got that from originally. I was unemployed for a good chunk of last year. I don’t know what you’re up to… But boy a ton of people google you.
I nominated you for an award! See my blog to see more information!
I am so happy that you enjoyed reading my poem. This is the best news. 🙂 Thank you for reading
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