every day is another pill.
i collect them in a jar,
until it’s overflowing.
every day is another step
in the snow. i can barely see
the house where i started.
inside my chest, my joy
stretches and yawns
and gets comfortable.
every day is another pill.
i collect them in a jar,
until it’s overflowing.
every day is another step
in the snow. i can barely see
the house where i started.
inside my chest, my joy
stretches and yawns
and gets comfortable.