Nostalgia

02.16.16 Remember the grass? The way it would brush by your hair and look like you have key lime pie highlights. The lemon zest on your head was my decadence. You always smelled so nice. I remember the mint colored kisses the rain would place on your forehead in the summer. Twenty plucks of tulips…

A Fabric Hurricane

02.09.16 Drowned in waves of cotton, I rest my body. Shut eyes, two sealed oysters. A branch of sargassum, torn out by the shore. Swallowing wrinkles of bathypelagic decadence. Yet the mind remains adrift; floating on a raft amidst the silky currents of the mattress, that is the sea bed. Sleepless is the night, a…