Tag Archives: micro poetry

sunday

my feelings, brimming / about to spill onto the floor/ i’ve got no strength, bread or bucket / to sop or mop them anymore/


“for all your fine washables”


the mundane,

it reminds


blush-colored lace bra soaking in bathroom sink
blush-colored lace bra soaking in the bathroom sink with a smidgeon of Dreft during the evening of January 4th 2023


corazónal ink

you imprinted on my heart

a tattoo i conceal

“Forever”