by TeeTee
of this poem. there is a tightness here that i really like. and the ending explains the whole piece. but i've never heard of a poet's name calle rodrick...but hey...why not be creative with it. nice read all the way through.
This stanza really jumps out:
My gift to you,
A sweet paper doll
Who thinks she is torn,
But still floats
With the wind.
That's good.