I Knew Sandpaper Danielle Newport
I knew sandpaper rocky roughness harsh wind I felt sandpaper
Poetry 42
fatigue, in the slums, in the savage in a shipwreck I let sandpaper scratch my smooth skin raw longing for the day, the hour a moment I endured sandpaper and ached for soft downy pillows I withstood sandpaper and yearned for gentleness, a salve a kind and tender kiss I knew sandpaper healing
Living Waters Review
