NaPoWriMo #7

by krstaten

None of the clocks in this home
have second hands. We pass the time
in music–a blessing and a curse,
and soon, the room is dark,
supper burnt, work from months
ago still leaning on the walls,
all the windows shaped like question marks.


I’ll probably be writing a lot of very short poems this month.

Today’s recommendation:

Whiteness Shops for a Prayer by Donte Collins