FOUND POEMS


NARWHAL
I'm spreading wonder with one word.


STATIC
His heart turned off when his mind needed to listen.


CONTAMINATED
Careful. Something was in the air...
something pitter-pattering like a heart.


HOME ON THE ROAD
Heaven was putting distance between her and everyone.


FREEDOM
Freedom from control-freaks wouldn't be so bad.


EPITAPH
Mother was normal, and normal left the building.