A Poem: Dysfunctional Sweeping

Tattoos, hearts and armies. Such different images… or are they? They align in my newest poem, Dysfunctional Sweeping. Dysfunctional Sweeping The dysfunction swept over your skin and Tattooed itself in swirls I envied. I chose to enlist in your army of corruption, Only I needed your assistance with filling Out the paperwork and deleting my family. […]