I only found this out about 17 days in, but my goal is to post one poem for each day, even the ones that have already passed. We will see how good these are, but does it really matter all that much?
Here's the first poem. We are gonna start off with something that is just a fragment. I'm not entirely sure what this fragment corresponds to, but that's okay. Sometimes you just have to sit and let it percolate for a little bit. Just haven't quite gotten it figured out, but it'll get there! The good thing about quarantine is that I've got nothing else to do!
Maybe something pastoral...
Your name on my lips:
A Fredericksburg peach,
almost ripe.
Sun-warm and sweet.
Stinging fuzz and soft flesh,
A hint of Danish decay
(memento mori)
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