On DespairElizabeth Robinson
Despair is square.
It contains no
It always rhymes with itself.
Things I Want Back Now That You’ve Left Me
Couples Like Us
Prisoner of War
POST-APOCALYPTIC YOGA, ALL LEVELS
When I Was an EMT, We Never Got in Any Trouble if a Patient Died, But if You Scratched the Side of the Ambulance They Would Fire You
Sometimes When My Wife Comes Home She Doesn't Kiss Me
This Poem is about a Small Town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and a College I Hated in Massachusetts
Leather and Velvet