You smile a moonlit island. Tender, in a bed of gardenias.
...sitting by the sofa, bought in a fit of unfocused ambition
Halloween falls to the children's knees and imaginations.
Record, she’s a creeping spider.
I did not want a stranger to know my blue-bagged shame that began unwrapping in the car...
Pool of bateria.
I wave the the flag of surrender
There comes the breeze
Mountains up mountains down
If I were a pine