poetry

(new year, new friend) After December had its last exhale But while her heart still held it near She inhaled

(a sight for sore and grieving eyes) I’d look up to see her proudly perched atop her cat tower

(marinade)  the words left your breath like  hot honey sickly sweet and biting coating my throat, my lungs in  serrano

(new year's display) confetti bursts out of my chest like a rainbow display of  one thousand tiny paper

(sleep for sheep) Over head I watch them leap As they try to lull me fast asleep If I could

(solstice companion) Walking hand-in-leash  On our dark winter street  Trusting my toes, his nose To guide us safely home @paige.

(a letter to my best friend’s mom) Dear Linda, If you’re reading this letter, then the ducks -

(brain food) The best thing since sliced bread  Is the kitchen sink in my head. Overthinking everything til my brain

(glass-half-full) i'm not a glass-half-full kind of person i'm a vessel that's been dropped

(afternoon delight) 2 o'clock  on a Friday at home in golden October we break in the kitchen as