




I sit alone watching each sun ray cut through the window to get to my skin, Waiting Light at last Darkness just a memory Parts
What I’ve learned is alarming my insides and yet when you notice it in me, I flutter with pride. Could I do it, genuinely? Yes,
I coast softly with the wind, towards shore. Sunlight holds me up; moonlight towing me in. A vast ocean of rights and wrongs behind me:
Her nostrils close in on the buttercups in front of her, a mustard yellow immersed in a bright green, it’s all new to her nose