A Bite of Blind Cold
(or the voice of wind)
On a morning like this —
with the northeast wind
washing off glacial land
and singing operatics
as intense as a fever and
screaming like a whore
you’re more than a voice
MQ 11 more than a voice and PA Day 10 “blank of blank” ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts
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