rosary pleads
papa prays for me and my mind
playing dead
it was paralyzing to be freely alive yet still camouflaged in surrender
*your standard steps
dad and me and you, your standard steps were all i knew, it was a small world in which i lived
dear mama…
you smile at my smile as if i am gold and plated ready to be served
an open letter to you and your mind
the days when your bed is quicksand and you are sinking will go away and the sun will rise again
enraptured oasis
crowded skies make way for king-sized lies
trivial pursuit
cottonmouth carpeted with sticky stutters
naked and afraid
but if you are there if you are listening i want to know why i why i need to do the things that i do
i come in threes
it is not superstition, it is much more than that
my 100 word love
But, it was that smile I couldn’t contain that spread across my lips
turning nothings into somethings
the hidden exquisiteness of our world that too often we take for granted