Poems from Femme Fatale
Sweet sleep
come to me
save me from my mind
grace me with your sweet calmness.
The horrors of the human race
spin 'round, filling my head...
When I was your age,
The sky was purple
The geese were green and flew home for winter.
When I was your age,
The sun set blue
and rose from...
The hot sun beats down on my neck
this sticky sweet popsicle heat.
My destination is still blocks away
My mouth and nose are dry
and my...