I might not always remember the pale daisy satin And the way your hair was parted to the right I won’t always remember the charming things we said But instead the way it would have sounded from far away Where we’d look like intricate tinker toys creating Harmonies without melodies In a sanguine fantasy Before…
like overworked dough
and poems that try to rhyme
words that feel like metal in the roof of your mouth
and dough that wouldn’t rise to the occasion
I will never forget the moment I crossed through the airport terminal with my overstuffed suitcase and Build-A-Bear and waved goodbye to my family. Only four short years ago, when it was still free to check a bag and Twitter didn’t exist, I started as a freshman at the University of Miami. Beyond guaranteed warm…
Swans are mortal, too.
at it again
what does it feel like?