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