Crisp bubbles crinkle as they pop open on my sharp personality. I have a sticker collection bigger than you. The rowboat that seemed so superfluous is becoming essential as the river rises from my eyes. I need to row to a land of roses and pinwheels, where the refining fire of delirious faith is as sweet as honey from charitable bees. The fine print in life’s lease is that you are responsible for maintenance of the machine.
Month: September 2026
Anomalies
Exponents of song light up my aural equations of bliss. Here and there, a letter leaks from me. A dusting of glitter and numbers falls from my shoulders. Where I am from, the sea determines the boundaries of your fear. Somehow all these cold hearted stars and fiery ice caps are supposed to add up and everything will be fine like wine, but division and subtraction are coming, armed to the teeth and lukewarm to the beautiful anomalies we call men.
Miniature Moon 