“a fork is all you need” he said
“that’s all you need” he reassured himself...
with a dirty boot
and a pocket knife in hand...
This winter
the sky is cold white...
that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...
Title: A Heart that plays with fire
a ribbon laced around a pony tail...
If you say you love me dear
Then I need no diamond ring...
I will welcome Hell with open arms
As any mother would...
autumn gust—
one by one...
Help me be as transparent as clear water
like a river always in motion...
Sometime you’ll realize
you are like a rock in a mouthful of beans...
Unleashing all my apathies
In the hands of this armchair...
pandemics and natural
disasters and sicknesses...