I picked up a sock that
wasn’t mine and it
started to snow.
The difference between
my heart and your heart
is the difference between
an interpreter and a translator.
Stop playing with your cancer, she says.
poetry by (the)Doug
I picked up a sock that
wasn’t mine and it
started to snow.
The difference between
my heart and your heart
is the difference between
an interpreter and a translator.
Stop playing with your cancer, she says.