Don’t get so comfortable, bouncing your crossed leg, wrapped up in Abercrombie jeans that pull smooth and disappear into manmade leather boots […]
Archive for ‘spurredgirl’s Original Poetry Collection’
Backwardz Ode to the Minus
O, minus. You are the mud stain on my white summer dress. You are the rumor that while my ex-boyfriend […]
Feed the Parents
(a silly poem I wrote and did not revise one bit while I was supposed to be listening to an […]
Two Boston Poems
Ladybug Letdown The ladybugs they traipse the walls and drapes the braids in the rugs that wind around follow the […]
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