Day 21 poem: July 25
in a box
but with a round fit
every corner
every edge
chafes
a black sheep
in a herd of white
every bleet
every head butt
cuts
a march
to the beat of her own drum
every roll
every strike
lonely
in a box
but with a round fit
every corner
every edge
chafes
a black sheep
in a herd of white
every bleet
every head butt
cuts
a march
to the beat of her own drum
every roll
every strike
lonely