Poetry

Free Verse

We are seashells on a desolate beach.

If I ever got a tattoo...

This feels shiny and new.

I know you won't read this but...

I hear it rains a lot in Seattle.

you belong to me/you're the worst kind

In my sleep, I mumble their names.

The flowers on my nightstand are older now.

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