Muse

9.6.2020 I want to paint you in dreams of oil,fiery sand,warm moonlight,molten gold. I want the world as witnessof how I feel for you. I want everyone to see youIN flowersIN silver raincasting shadows on heavens. I want the sun to kneel for you,Rivers to bleed for youStrangers to weep over youdeserts shriveling, parched over…

Not Enough

11.12.14 Today I met a boy who thought my watch was far too large for my wrist. It was the first thing he had noticed about me despite my oversized tacky flannel shirt. I then looked at his wrist, and saw that his watch, unlike mine, was small and had stopped running. And who was…