Alyssa Miller Poems

The Bill, It Died

The bill, it died
What to do when there is no water to rinse my cut
The bill, it died along with my blood cells
What to do when there is no heat to make my sickness heal... more »

Wind

Wind
Keeps blowing up the vents
Blows the curtains
Heats the floor... more »

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