I keep sending messages to myself,
from my own cell phone.
the closest person was
a Russian friend from NYC.
That’s what happens when
you forget what to write with.
This entry was posted on March 20, 2013 by juliafeitoamao. It was filed under poesia and was tagged with NYC, poem, poetry, pumping milk, russian friend.
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