Rush

There is something between each mote of dust, suspended in the light of the bulb that I switch on: elementally flawed, fundamentally twisted, fanatically fucked, and so, I walked out to no serenade of songbirds, and walked to the old coffee shop, later a café, and now an outdoor restaurant, and saw her, smoking that…

Bonfire

He puts his arm around my shoulders, My stomach flutters, feeling sixteen, I keep the whisper locked inside my heart, So people won’t steal him from me, As they’re wont to do.   Yet my emotional needs aren’t as important, I’m not looking for everlasting love, We’re living in Salem and the fire burns hot,…