We shovel stardust
into our mouth...
Celebrating the summer.
Planting a wet kiss on...
sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body...
Letters entangle as my speech webs
like a black widow, it flows and ebbs...
I want you and
I don't...
The old house on the hill sits empty
its still structure a thousand tongues of silence...
We're watching the world
wake from hibernation...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...
I don’t have space
for grief...
A mother has lost her will to survive
as Beirut danced to debris...