self portrait i by chazmen mccarter
we had to learn to survive first.
do you remember the first time you saw a hearse?
me either, too young to count my age but i could count the bodies like 1,2,3…
foretelling the answer of time
time keeps on ticking
into a future we are craving
dimes keep on clicking
into a new suture, does time
heal everything? the future will say say