You sat on the porch. Humming the opening act of Madame Butterfly. The grayness of the day suits you. Tied in white you pinch my knee and slap my forehead and tell me to take off with t...

The stillness I can handle It’s the silence in the mind I’m not quite sure of. That’s when I become steely Sharp in those thoughts

———————————Indigo lightened up your eyes that afternoon. An ocean of swells and mollusks invaded that day . Tapestries of orange colors and a hint of ivory coated up above as if the sky...

I would like to be something else.… blush days. Where the moon is stil… just undercutting the sun just so… My neck is tangled with my spine a… up upon the floor . Thinking of wh…