Arsene Hodali


My Mom Talks To The Air But She Doesn’t Call Herself A Poet - Poem by Arsene Hodali

this morning i found myself
talking to my pillow, seriously!

i told it, stop it! be still
let me hold you for a bit

like Bukowski or something


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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