Orange zestNo bits floating in my glassYour lips rimmed with sweetnessI taste home in my coffee cup Pitter […]
father
I see your absenceIn the crooked smilesOf boys who grew upTo be men Without fathersI see them wanderFueled […]
my father’s poison ivy is rooted so firmly so paternal in the back garden of my hyppocampi stretching […]
kaya vs. the world 