memoir may 2025

resting
our chins
in cupped hands
like we did as children
watching how
people are erased
~
listlessly awaiting
the train slowly lunges
forward
without energy
eyes hanging out
of windows
watching the world go by
~
rustling between leaves
tye breeze is impatient
tonight it wants
to be
in
your arms
~
ink blots cover the pages
i had written odes to you
cheating my experiences
~
amaltaas burts at its seams
the burning may son
brings it to a full rapture
life bursts in yellow
spilling onto the streets
like warm honey
cascading the neighborhood
~

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