poetry

q & a

q: what are you waiting for?

Galaxies Sip

Silver sips my sad champagne,
But Bitter lights her stellar’s mane.

Happy New Year

Mom welcomed me on the couch when I finally decided to return home.

28 degrees apart

Scuttle back. serene and tense over some scampering, funny thing–

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