What the hell would robert browning have done with a word like email?
looking at you in my email
what the hell would robert browning have done
with a word like email?
Weave it into the love and heart on the page
why imprison our hearts only to paper?
Those sad victorians
locked up in their homes
lucky enough to find effortless solitude and reflection
I’ve got my mp3s
music woven into my own words
I can be stuck between 347 lbs of
stranger and
fit in a space as small as where the egg sits
before it comes out of the chicken
