Them (for them) i My girl's not mine, hers, insanely heart sharp, heart shaped face, kissy, kind through tunnel of missing teeth, deep dark hugs, wants a job colouring pictures of god, don't play the blink- ing game with her, she laughs like a thousand frogs. ii And blue, clinging you, close very close finds … Continue reading Two poems by Janet Rogerson
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A poem by Janet Rogerson
Below See-Level There is a boy and if you were to look closely, his face would change you. He is so impossibly beautiful, you might even fall in love with him, but he sits below see-level. In the hierarchy of the streets he is on the bottom rung, he sits cross-legged. His corner is … Continue reading A poem by Janet Rogerson
