A Better Day

Black. Let me try this one, she said, “…can I do this by my own…?” Pushing him away A self-deprecating Twist on her lip, Still smiling, “I look …..y,” Nearly taking it off White...

Now stand before the mirror,
How made for each other you are!

Amma, today I talked to someone Whom you would approve To lay me in my grave. Driving home, I said to you: Have you heard, have you heard? The sound of her heart beat filled to the brim with kindness that doesn’t...

October already
I wish I could see you
So that you will see
That I am not this dramatic

Tied to our younger dreams
Mistaking them to be our secrets
Glorifying them, and
Dramatically becoming weary