What I didn’t do
I should’ve done,
and what I did do,
I shouldn’t have,
and now I can’t
escape my own
history, a stench
like dead-flower
water in a vase.
Howie Good
02 28 22
[A text object is a piece of automatic fictoidal writing produced in one or two sessions.]
What I didn’t do
I should’ve done,
and what I did do,
I shouldn’t have,
and now I can’t
escape my own
history, a stench
like dead-flower
water in a vase.
Howie Good
02 28 22