A Hug

My tongue is stuck to the top of my mouthLast night, I dreamed of night café’s Served by ghosts, I took coffeeDown a throat, cloggedWith words and tears likeSome old-house drain.I could write the scriptAt this point, I thinkGuzzling coffee, hoping the caffeineWill kick my adrenaline upMy anxiety into hyperdriveMy movements edgy, soI become herContinue reading “A Hug”

Sea & Coffee

Dusky stars eat clouds leftover fromsunrise. I’ve been waiting for the sunset,to see how the sea sets,as the rise of the tide,reminds me of the breathI can never seem to catch. I feel my pores breathe in,and my tongue imaginesthat I taste of salt and coffee. I wonder if I taste like thesea and coffee.Continue reading “Sea & Coffee”