Who Knew Poetry

I'm Amanda. I'm a "struggling actor" based in New York. I like to pretend I am a secret poet. Maybe I am, maybe not. Either way, it's fun.
Wed Jul 2

Hang it and crack

Bend at the knees and break at the bones

Dust in the kitchen and blood on the knuckles

Hang it and crack

Hack it, we’ll take it and break

The days are all paper plastered ceilings

Hang it and crack

Pull at the pieces and fill in your holes

Fill in the holes

Make me whole.