Here I lay
Wide awake...
Do you remember imagining the sand upon the shore?
Waves that kiss everything while always wanting...
The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me...
The stars collapsed
and in their flames...
This time around I have a little golden book
of poems and dreams for Spring's latest show...
Stiff fingers unfold
from winter’s embrace...
How is it possible that I feel I've lost...
breaths of freedom, planets I could have...
Treat me like the trash,
crush me up into a powder...
I am a river girl while,
he is a desert-man...
The smell of pancakes in the morning
Humming in the kitchen...
You sit in class feeling bored
And you then begin to sweat...
There is
an oak that sits...