in thick, tar-fused junes / we purpled shins on bike pedals
Tag: writing
on why I can’t help myself
because I don’t / know how to know / it any other way
the difference
the subtle nose dive / the silent quake
the firn
it took no / time at all / for time to / be so unforgiving
vigil for nothing
awareness for the what-ifs /
awareness for the things / you could never comprehend / so you spend all of your / precious time trying to
[mother] nature
she waits for rain / fills their cups / before the / storm breaks
Magic Mama 