March 2018

i won’t touch the radio                                                                         almost every saturday we picked a highway and drove with the top down till our cheeks bloomed with freckles from the sun   the wind…

On the first date   Our hands come together And the lines drawn in our palms of our own futures Touch A possibility of becoming a web together forms It brings…

Beat i let the drums run their tiny fists all over my body   the bass seizes control of my heart beat and i let the music ravage me   chords…

Happy Birthday             I lick the frosting off of my finger, which I swiped off of your bunny sloped nose. Your giggle, a tinkling bubble, tastes like sugar in the air.…