How do I know I love her

Went to bed last night, head heavy. Fighting off the day’s images, Of faces that wouldn’t smile, Of those that smiled excessively. Thinking to myself, “They all think I want something, why do they...

Your baby, standing on her tiny wobbly legs, Staring at you, her fingers joyfully in her mouth I am like that, when it comes to you. Who are you, then? I’ve heard it said That there is a phase women go through...

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

Other women, possessing key value pairs, With dictionaries of obsolescence as resumes. She, she isn’t thinking about you She’s got her Tesla, her twins, and her career future to worry about. She, she already...

Let me begin by making you a woman again And tell you who you actually are Beneath the snow of indifference that piled up on you And made you stop feeling womanly. When you speak on the phone, Your voice goes inside me...