Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 2

David The first time I met David, he bit me. I am standing outside the hospital, the old gates to the hospital, Victorian arches, that are lonely left, un-instituted, and substituted by modern housing, housing us, separately, Barrat-barracked solitude. David is with me, he stands near me, still nervous after twenty years away. Today is … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 2