
Typewriter Series #3026 by Tyler Knott Gregson
For how many
am I the near numb tingle
of phantom lips,
for how many
are you?
Who finds us in slumber,
who holds us
while they sleep?
Be we the fodder
for fantasy
or hope, be we
the images
on eyelids slowly
shut?
You, perhaps,
but not
I.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on August 03, 2020 08:33