5/29/2021

B&W


Why are you trying to add 

so much color to this room 

which can never replace 

your lost vision.


[LSS, 5/29/21]


Speakeasy


A frail voice whispering a combination

of numbers and letters and a series 

of knocks on the door and the bird feeder

swinging in the wind dropping only a single

seed despite your wild tossing in the midst

of a dream you can never catch up to.


[LSS, 5/29/21]


Flamethrower


The library book 

you abandoned after 

the second chapter

and choose to burn 

rather than admit 

defeat.


Your fingers singed

and sooty while

you finish reading

the book between

your clean white

sheets. 


[LSS, 5/29/21]


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