Stern, stiff and standoffish
Hard and dismissive
Pained and dissatisfied
But people expect things
All the time
A certain flexibility
A way in
We grow into these trees
Bolted to our roots
And everything is water
It takes a certain type
Your type
To walk away
From your sons
And don’t look back
Stone-faced
In the present
Asleep on the sofa
Drunk
Bogdan Tiganov
aiurea press 