whipping your face
black hair as you turn
leave while my voice raises
one last attempt

on the sidewalk concrete
a curled sack of bones
is crying


Good Morning Sunshine! the president has spoken.
drunk on a technicality, time is frozen at 2:30 AM

wrapped around my finger,
love and a light-up face

the scent of oranges and petals
made everything so easy,
and thank you for everything