Poems from tyreshaat
He stands one hundred feet above ground,
on top of some
abandoned building;
perched on the edge
of life.
His Arms bend in wicked ways,...
The wind guides the bayou’s surface
dancing in rippling patterns,
they masquerade around the trees’
and whistle a soft tune.
Crickets...
I crawl into Cheerio boxes and
ramen noodle cups looking
for serotonin.
But I fall through, and find myself back
in bed, little spoon...
Day 1:
The half-eaten PB&J oozing
jelly on her nightstand
intrigued me, but the
smell of unwashed socks and
sweaty yoga pants kept
me...