dedicated to Quora
December 7, 2018 at 9:14 pm Leave a comment
dedicated to quora
i dream
i think
of speaking your name
endlessly
so much that my lips
are cracked and dry
but come morning
i know no name
–nor, indeed, “you”–
my lips are quite whole
and my mouth isn’t dry
tell me
can this mean
something?
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You have to know what Quora is to appreciate this. Google it or better visit the site and try to find some of the odder questions (and answers); it isn’t hard. Right up there with Mil Millington [assuming he’s still on the web].
I came close to considering this submission-worthy.
Entry filed under: new poetry, poetry. Tags: dedicated to Quora, new poetry.
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