Poetry; Never More

We don't dance anymore not to country music and dim lights twirling around the coffee table knocking over the lamp and laughing with heart till your mama says I have to go home.


Poetry; Zipcode Love Poem

You are my city, a landscape of metal and glass with a backdrop of stars and Hennessy. When I'm on the train coming home to a blue apartment with too many pillows on the bed I feel the vibrations from the window up my arm tingling the hairs mile for mile across my skin's stretch.… Continue reading Poetry; Zipcode Love Poem