a poem about sandown clown at night every four hours i wake up on my deflated air mattress i spend an hour blowing it back up with my tiny red triangle mouth i lay back in bed and think of small creatures coughing and wait for sleep
cryptid in july poetry day 12, the sandown clown
cryptid in july poetry day 12, the sandown…
cryptid in july poetry day 12, the sandown clown
a poem about sandown clown at night every four hours i wake up on my deflated air mattress i spend an hour blowing it back up with my tiny red triangle mouth i lay back in bed and think of small creatures coughing and wait for sleep