tagNon-Erotic PoetryLetter writing

Letter writing


The kitchen tap drips
its long vowels, the fridge
hums short syllables. My pen,
eager to imitate, stammers
out the words I miss you;
my heart hammering each word
to the walls of my chest
when I sleep.

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