A napkin blossoms
near the wet glass full of ice–
main street falls quiet.
Drey Writes. Draw Draws. Drey Sleeps.
A napkin blossoms
near the wet glass full of ice–
main street falls quiet.
I art and eat and draw and sleep and cry and rhyme. I consume too much pizza and—by all rights—should be dead, but I haven't gotten around to it. Procrastination saved my life. View more posts
