it hates (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 14 Oct 2020 in Art, Poems

      it hates   it curls into a fetal crouch reminds itself of cruel conspirators doesn’t remind from the couch, it watches a song once loved now sells young customers sailcloth uppers organic scuffs, the rubber sustainably harvested, no less… Harvested! Makes it think of the old tractor brand… All snuffled up by […]