I was featherbrained
at thinking you...
Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...
When two hearts
find each other...
Murder barges in shortly
after midnight, no knock...
You roots run deep,
yet the soil is soft...
An immigrant pen
found a home in his...
My feet are mirrors of
the eggshells I've...
Like the
searing glow of ominous...
We're running out of water.
It's been two weeks and we've...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...
O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...