Come here! Come!/Watch closely/She walks down the unfainted/Stone aged stairs
You have fooled me/Once pretending/There was a bug/I looked down.
I cut your hair while you were asleep,/My boyfriend said.
Poetry does not come from inside you./You must seek in order to write
In this month’s Open Workshop, we talked about the “heroes” in our lives, from the the ones with lightspeed power and lasers, to the ones