I write cursive on legal pads.

Anatomy

Added on by David S. Hooker.
I hear the music of my mistakes
And I do not desire a choir,

And while my glass is full
Of space which love neglected to occupy,
I’m grateful to not be thirsty,

And though my anatomy
Is a safe not even I know the combination to,
I still search for someone with the key.


The music I hear does not deserve a choir
Of my own mistakes.