b-d-howard's Letters
I wonder what you’d think of me
if I went to the backyard where you brewed potions out of acorns and fallen leaves
and showed you all the scars the world
and myself have left in me
Would you say,
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
While plastering
Hello Kitty Band-Aids all over me?
Because if you would,
then I think I’d ruin it by asking,
“Do…read more