windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2015

new neighbors

silverfish. fresh paint jobs. young folks walking out at night, relaxed. bright streetlights. palm trees, high-end cars and strollers. questions: where are the artists moving?

proud dadú

face-plant off of bench ends in perfect tuck and roll “i meant to do that!”

bright

too much dinner, feels like i swallowed the full moon an early bedtime

emergency room

i asked because i felt i needed to ask to rub her feet. “that would be wonderful.” 49 times together around the sun, we’re just getting to know one another.