Monday, 13 July 2026

so she lost her way

what come of him?

was there a space before him or

was that just my dream hiccupping?

i am a once upon a time in your

forever with them.

i am enough for that, thought.

i brought back all the pieces and

in front of my they lay naked

and trying.

so at least there was that.

tell the a a the bottom of our

skin to fold back where it came from.

i want more than this...

i want me.



this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...