Monday, February 29, 2016

[There are white blossoms outside my window]

There are
white blossoms
outside my
window
and when they
fall
I imagine
its snowing
in September. The
carbonation
of the
iris soda
tickles my nose
it makes me
smile. I
never
heard you
apologize. I
stopped waiting
years ago.
look me
in the eye
don’t
ever
look
over
me.

-2015

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