Have you ever thrown pennies
at the moon...

Alone
in poetry...

I almost loved you,
I was thisclose...

The flower child breathes in harmony
and exhales peace through paper dreams...

Sometimes I skip breakfast
and eat poems instead...

Hey there best friend
could you possibly wag your sharp tongue...

Oh how the skin can crave
the weight of a lover...

Writing la la la la
la la...

Bought
comfort...

My husband makes me feel pretty
on days when my mirror...

I do hate your blank face
of meaningless white words...

Your love as distant
as tiny stars, deserting...