A nod to where my mind wonders during the day.
Fair-weathered friends couldn't brave storms
The poem that hallmark cards are missing out on
the blowing in this poem actually isn't a euphemism
Tongues, tongues, something about...
just a little tired all the time
I have crawled out from several
They won't see the slight of hand
could've, should've, would've...regretfully
Smells like bleach and bad vibes
The weather in places that aren't here.
The bitch in me honors the bitch in you
Every mistake and miracle
a new phase of development
Does envying lust cancel out sins?
learned how to block my peripherals
Breech births are not burdens
I prefer polka-dotted bubbles.
From seed to root to flower to mulch.
I no longer wish to be a beacon in the hard times
What's so impressive about a diamond except the mining?
If he didn't move the goal post
Prose from a wandering soul
in the distance floats the promise
I bet a firm hand could ease all that tension.
Written long ago in between panic attacks.
