Aug 14, 2021
2 min read
Because this is what is left
Poetry day 13/31
My grandfather will never again
pick the turkey carcass clean
pulling every bit of usable flesh
from bone
making sure that every bit
that can be saved
is
Learning to do this writer thing and sharing as I go. Poetry, CNF, mental health, and too many other interests. Support: ko-fi.com/gracemoore
