rhythm

 

 

 

 

 

she finds comfort in routine
the ebb and flow
the rhythm
of  everyday
even when it’s rough

especially when it’s rough

 

 

 

*****

 

 

 

 

she once made me a rag doll
with a mop of yellow yarn hair

 

 

 

 

 

disclosure

 

 

 

 

 

I’m a thief in the night
undercover
I steal secrets

 

 

 

 

betwixt

 

 

 

 

 

 (Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)

 

 

 

 

dream on repeat

 

 

 

 

 

I’m 16
I smell of Love’s Baby Soft
and everything is pink
and fresh and romantic
like a love letter