Sometimes, when the burden feels heavy, I hide under the blanket and imagine some sort of invisible embrace. Nothing feels more comforting than the smell of my own hair on my pillow, the coldness of little teardrops as they chase
Your piano is poetry and I sing it with little fingers. Wrinkled hands in brazen color dance on keys like a palm-sized spider fists that learned to be gentle only to cradle a cigar or two in basketball afternoons I
It’s all over Facebook, you and him still pictures of smiling faces popping beside scandalous phrases in a growing forum of banters You were names making noises in an argument that is heard beyond your bedroom door and each word
You say home is a feeling and I am a wanderer looking for a place to stay There are empty houses left solitary when mortgages are not paid on time Windows are shattered and walls are vandalized by thief and
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