Face

A secret is sometimes a prima-donna.  It revels in its understated performance: it doesn’t find power in volume. Rather, it finds its power in the silence.  ex.) In middle school, where you would lean into your friend’s ear and tell them who you had a crush on with a quietness that was almost sacred. It…

Love is a $ sign

“More, more, MORE!” whines the voice inside your head Your id’s become your identity,  instant gratification thy middle name. Every vein pulsating with greed Lusting evermore for the latest, the coolest, the best  For thy passion of the day, the hour, the minute, the second. Satiation is the scapegoat;  Disguise consumerism as self-care As you…

Today

Hot cup of cocoa caressed by clammy palms You lie warm and content in the embrace of your old blanket Cocooned by alternating layers of fur and nostalgia Soaking in the crimson sunrise A gentle rain trickles down from the sky Flirting with your flimsy window-panes Tapping in tune to the sashay of the palm…