Carl tells tales

The seed grew teeth

There’s a half eaten apple
in my trouser pocket
covered in spit from a mouth
I would let take a bite out of me.

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: