Sometimes all I haveare words and to write them meansthey are no longerprayers but are now animals…
I’ve over-committed myself (again). I think. Maybe not. Oh I don’t know. Admittedly, I feel (okay, maybe, I…
I wish I knew you. I imagine texting or calling you and crying. Telling you about how I read one of your poems…
I’m skeptical of you from the moment I heard about you. You’re the mysterious friend everyone talks about, but…
take your hand off your forehead and remember you can already filter sunlight. take consistent deep breaths…