Jun 1, 2017 | Penney Knightly, Poetry
Empty cup that is how I think of the organ turned over like a mound of dirt, sleeping and awake, earthly exhale, between two ham legs. You would have thought there would have been a lesson, a mandatory course, the steps to work it out: we give tests for driving,...Jun 1, 2017 | Penney Knightly, Poetry
when I turn to the bottle I am only drinking when I cry in my sleep I am running when I wail in the night I am singing when age caves my eyes in I am remembering when hope is done I am enduring when badness is there I am lying when I turn to rest I am still here...