
missing Sunday brunch
She invited him for dessert. He had her for breakfast. She forgot her own name. The neighbors knew this. They … Continue reading missing Sunday brunch
rambling and writing
She invited him for dessert. He had her for breakfast. She forgot her own name. The neighbors knew this. They … Continue reading missing Sunday brunch
I remember that night I remember that song I remember We were both soaked to the skin Before that flash … Continue reading song of summer
so i hid her in my poetry in between these lines her colors and shapes still somehow undefined still wild … Continue reading still hiding
she said: “i miss your taste” so i opened the book to the page where the words “i miss the … Continue reading taste
i tasted your heaven was burned by your hell from both i returned howling from my wild within untamed a … Continue reading still wild