EXCHANGE
paradox of choice
constant of change
let’s just surrender to
life, the flow, the poem
forget writers and
readers
who is where
who is what
where to find our story
the narrative that spreaks us
captures us totally
in its
open-
ended box
EXCHANGE
EXCHANGE
I have no
exchange value
you would not get
a sous for me
on the open market
not worth the speculation
and so I hold my breath
will hold it so until
it all
just
burst
till I just
burst
my extinction
good for rarity
Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
