I would give you a chance
Even when I know it ends in fire...
It is not over
This long Winter...
In a world of hate and destruction yet
Palestinian woman are strong and true...
A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...
I am made in God’s own mold,
Divine in form, refined and bold...
Red
hoodies...
Seeker:
Master, teach me you...
You may have to squint,
Better be pretty hell-bent...
I feel much better
After I had my after noon nap...
Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...
I look down at you,
Small poppet...
You aren’t mean to be
wrong and impossible...