i wish for the memory of a goldfish,consigning to oblivionthe barrage of facts, figures,seconds after i hear them;
So close to midnight,the stars are aligned and moonlight pours through the windowpane.
Since I am to be alone on my birthday,family calls to instruct me on remote cheer.Priscilla says, “Go to…
A poem.
If I’d met you soonerI would have loved you longerand I would be in all the stories you tell so joyfullyI’d…