shhhhhh

sometimes     I     can’t   see
                    cotton dry     fog
                                  am vacant
asleep             in     the     act
                      Shia             come home
alone                                           glacial blue                   on         beige
 
                        not     the world     or                 nation
                                                          for   office
I                                 hold               Me       as           I       breathe
                                  lines                       anchor
                                                                    afloat

 

Edward Wells is a writer living in The United States of America, completing an MFA in Writing at Otis College of Art and Design. Edward is genuinely enamored with the idea of connection and the cool air that descends into a desert along with dusk. Their work has appeared at Otoliths, Angry Old Man, Poetry WTF?!, After the Pause, Courtship of the Winds, Gone Lawn, and elsewhere.

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