I contemplate the blade,
thinking about its...
Her wings,
like the fragile, soapy outside of a bubble...
Leave a hand-print
on my soul...
The light reflects off the
pieces of my...
You say
I make you fall in love with words...
She walks onto the dance floor,
all of shimmery lips, and batting...
Look at my
little gold locket...
I look at my assignment sheet.
"Find the answers," it says...
My father is mad,
screaming...
I look in the mirror,
a yellow chunky belt...
The sun casts my shadow
in front of me...
Late nights talks between me and the geese always...