A poem for me…
She Didn’t Mean to Do It
by Daisy Fried
Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad.
She didn’t mean to do it.
Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,
go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces,
but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat
on your sheets on your bed in your room and you fade
and [...]








