How do I know I love her

Make me special-blind
Show me only my friends,
Those two or three.

Got up in the morning, Still reeling from Night visions Awoke to a quiet home Empty kitchen New tigerwood floors Wistfully filled up my expectations Raising up my hopes Will she like them? Sixteen miles of Tehachapi...

And so this poem ends
Like my pedantic poems
Unlike your fantastic ones

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...

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 said “I look …y,” Nearly taking it off White. Color of his...