something like a tidal wave
has come in through my bedroom window
i am still in bed
with my wet sheets
and my wet hair
realising how much there is in the world
Started a new numbering system with my poetry titles because I find naming poems very tedious. This is #44 because it is my 44th poem since I wrote what was, as far as I'm concerned, the first real poem I've ever written.
Also if you live in NZ, please tell me who writes some good poetry. I'm probably going to ask you anyway if I know you. Save me some tizzime.