For archiving purposes, I present my spwm poems from 2019 in their unedited glory.
This isn’t the first time the doctor can’t tell what’s wrong with me.
Someone give me a map to red wine, and khinkali, to peaches and fried chicken, or that Ray Charles song everyone loves singing to me.
“I’m dancing with a girl who doesn’t know how to slow down”
I wrote some poems for SingPoWriMo in 2018 so this is an archive of them.