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March 2018

  • my poems

    i won’t touch the radio

    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…

  • my poems

    on the first date

    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…

  • my poems

    beat

    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…

  • my poems

    happy birthday

    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.…