Summer TrafficI pick away at the moments when I am alone as if each one is an annoying scab caught between my fingertips,Summer Traffic
an unfortunate repetition as I slouch in the stained leather seat of my corroded foreign beater, pathetically limping through the rush-hour procession,
every simple gesture
deterred by its presence
as slowly wasted seconds, moons,
vernal equinoxes occasional green glass
traffic lights accumulate in my palms, like sand clumping in the pit of an hourglass.
Silent, irretrievable,
still no o
DandelionA dandelion’s wispy mane shudders between my fingertips in the twilight breeze. Simple, yet golden— staining my palm’s valley of grooves with its primordial ink, sacred golden oils. It’s mine, as I press the summer down to my cheek, and it’s yours as I watch it escape me on autumn’s rattling breeze, only to feel its warm nuzzle once more against my bare ankle.Dandelion
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I wish I lived in Fiji. But for now, I'm stuck in Gdansk. (ew)
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