as eyes seize it
the moon’s perchance
as the silence descended
our thoughts roosted
that wasp
the spider has it
yes yes yes
oh for the days
when news was history
and tomorrow was maybe
emotions
tangled like coat hangers
~ rattlesnake
new SIM card
removing my phone case
~ you have a cat?
when my true love left me
she left me this note
rain pouring
doom scrolling
~ tea time
waving my hand
in front of my closed eyes
i find the sun
unseasonably
i rename the toaster june
~ warm hands
those clouds
why are they in such a hurry
where are they going
June was always
such a fickle love affair
summer’s discontent
scaffolding
all around the library
the plot left hanging