A Poem by Coletha Albert: Soft Beds

There he was shopping For Himalayan Salt like me The Pink type like me Thought he could pick up Someone like me But it could never be… So, instead of being rude I used comedy What do you use your salt for? Nothing said he I laughed confidently! We talked and we talked He toldContinueContinue reading “A Poem by Coletha Albert: Soft Beds”