You are the pot I’m going to stir.
Cast iron, heavy and warm.
I’ll place you near my burner,
And feel you overflow, foaming over.
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
What I've always wanted
A site for poetry and other stuff
Not a dealer - downsizing and have some spare antiques