POEM OF THE MONTH
Artiste Inconscient
In spite of myself
the Potential for art squeezes a cadmium red.
Crushed, I bleed out bright
like an accident
over hands that don't know they shaped me.
OFFICIAL SITE
of poet and writer Amy Hay
In spite of myself
the Potential for art squeezes a cadmium red.
Crushed, I bleed out bright
like an accident
over hands that don't know they shaped me.