I would rather not sleep

It’s too hot and my head isn’t ready for medication and bed. I am a brilliance. I want to be for ever/yone and I will be so swirly you will think of me like leaves in Fall that left home but tried to come back. I just want to hold on for a little bit. … More I would rather not sleep


Saturday in Pajamas

Saturday nights always dim slower than the week and fill with the smell of berries and tea and incense pulled through open windows. Saturday fans spin air everywhere like balloons untied in the bedroom. My hair twirls to the side of my eyes and I think I look pretty again. If I only stare at … More Saturday in Pajamas