how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...
Time is just a space
between beginning and end...
Butterfly
is to say: "to be...
Did anyone hear
A gentle...
Bile rises in my throat -
Regurgitation...
Sing my worries to sleep
in that gorgeous way...
It’s the end of this blink, breath
second...
shh ..
have you ever been to a desert...
i don’t remember the world before you -
swaddled by light, you set the night sky aglow...
They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...
Always going
never arriving...
I always have a notebook and pen
tucked into my back pocket...