i am grouchy
but most of all utterly afraid
of the hairballs inside my chest
how many lives
seven six five
fairly clinging
at my imperfect frown
Sincerely,
Olivia
I just adore cats, their courted pouts evermore, meow…

i am grouchy
but most of all utterly afraid
of the hairballs inside my chest
how many lives
seven six five
fairly clinging
at my imperfect frown
Sincerely,
Olivia
I just adore cats, their courted pouts evermore, meow…

my humbled effort
leaves me like a needle in a haystack of light
i lose myself
inside the prickly wheat
summoning the joy
the acclamation
the fearful
the dreadful
generosity stands out
it is beautifully mild and silent
everything is unimaginably bright
pointy toes
with a piggly wiggly shade of rose
This does make me quite smiley . .

His toes says he does
slanted as this photograph
the perfect spot begins
nouns and verbs gather in daymoon
a metaphor is birthed
unexpectedly in a place made of pomegranate juice
an eldery man and woman lean over a bridge
their red shirts reflect like a scarlet lily pad
i understand their language their body parts
the dizzying spacing of W O R D S
much of which is made by wind
returns and sweet touches your throat
adding C A P I T A L letters to your speech
frequently
and profoundly
evermore