You have touched my heart with your beautiful poems. Many I read over and over again.
Finished operating. Clean up. Middle of the night.
In my hallucination
I saw my Beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
i eat dirt on occasion from tripping over tree roots when running
The skies are grey. So much misery in the world right now.
Sleeping Beauty’s castle
The bubble of identity