Porcupine quills

Sometimes,

under a rambling, brambleberry moon

feelings poke out of me like porcupine quills

so i

rub a little here…

rub a little there…

and you know,

sometimes, 

poetry happens

8 comments

  1. JUST today we were driving home and I told my husband of a dog that I found once that was covered in porcupine quills. Poor little thing. It was at least 30 years ago bc I am old as dirt and I still remember it like yesterday

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