Query any poem you want.

foggy harbor, ibuprofen

By rustyspoom

morning

and it

creeps

onto me

nothing, nothing, then all at

once

speaks to me

not pain

just the everything

cities are too nothing, nothing, so, all at

once

it’s my everything

i’m

molding

damp

nothing, nothing

white, almost

soggy paper handkerchief on the table

makes me curl up

pain

i’ll miss it

eventually