• Endria Richardson

Picnic Trip-tych


Following  your gut

means winding up in shit

more often than  not.


We went for a heated walk

in Central Park in the snow.

There is nothing like staying

for a picnic on a frozen lake

to take piss and shit out you.

There must be something

to all this cold water.


Lexington, Madison, Park

I wanted to turn right.

‘I think it’s this way

but then again

my intuition always

fails me’

She said come on, let’s go

And led me

the way home.

#centralpark #gut #picnic #poem

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