Poetry published as Ruby Bint.
The comfort-seeker, or a cord walker, but always the balancer of things…
Dear Janessa,
A big fat bump, one way or another.
He frankly wrote that he sprang a colony from his shank in his float.
Just a lot of no one everywhere.
You’re begging, and I won’t see.
Writer in Pittsburgh, PA. Some are signed Ruby Bint.