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...
I'm destruction and anguish
A thing to be feared...
Neurological
Enzymes...
all day she sleeps
but at night she leaps...