You learned writing on sand
at a very young age...
She chose
her weather...
yesterday, you remembered nothing but
craved peaches and cream – it’s was your...
you play with your words like legos –
searching for the right combination of words...
This moment is all
I am able to have for...
Oh well, ni modo.
Gather your tears and boil them with your anger...
A revolving door of ghosts
morphing into new members...
Like honey dripping from a honeycomB
Oh you saw me, there, in the open for yoU...
I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
Gray Spanish curtains
hanging...
like pink clouds
preceding the most...
MARRED
by your hands alone. I offer my neck willingly...