humming

humming in, breathing out
mindfulness, time,
timelessness a luxury –
no appointments on the horizon

hiccup

grey days are preferable and enjoyable, undeniably so. quiet cedar- scented afternoons lull with false promise and void of you. all screens flicker with world’s end – hot pop pink, stop! shop don’t drop ought to be their motto. you, on the other hand, are perfection in a body sloping simply toward mine fine smooth mauve pebbles like river…

stalled

[old, old, old OG! and unfinished] Skank ‘n Pickle played at Slim’s that night. That night sleekly coated with honey and leather, leather vests and slow suede boots: black and creamy-coffee brown. That night the car stalled. And the slippery metal door handle jerked as I slammed it shut. Damn. I broke my nail; the…