Four Poems
Thom Waddill
Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.
When you rearrange my insides you leave me for dead.
I think the interview went pretty well, although at one point I remember asking the interviewer to speak slower this time, using simpler words, words with no syllables if possible.
Please dont forget to play. Can you remember
the last time you danced?
After three flights, two chicken buses, and a strange bout of illness, I arrived in El Nido, a small backpacker nest at the far edge of the Philippines.
Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.
When his heart is an ashtray—cigarette butts put out on a surface that will not flinch
why does it feel so much harder to see something happen to someone else than have it happen to you?
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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