Category: writing

  • San Francisco, you foggy siren. I miss your baseball and your seagulls and your glittery sidewalks and your food and your water and all of it. I left my heart in San Francisco underneath twenty-four palm trees

  • A viper can killAnd I see you reticulate throughMy garden, under the leaves,And a viper can killThis I know for certainYet I lie under the foliageAnd waitWith berries and honeyIn my open mouth -rjm