givers

 I was lost
When I looked up
I uttered something I don’t remember
I know I said that before
But I’d forgotten 
They were there
Reaching out
All along 
And they will be
Showing me 
Shine

Art Credit: “Snowy Day” by Tiger R., age 7

widening hollow

Photographs and conversations
The primary goal
Then all they would lead to as well

Upon looking right
There was nothing there
And ahead, just the back of a frame

How long can one breathe in
The dust from the haste
The despair from being left in it

Saffron or Something

 Your skin carries the scent
Of curry
But I’m not certain if it’s yours or mine
There’s no space between us 
Anymore

Your lips remind of the burn
Of cinnamon
But I warn you to go lightly
There’s no accountability on my part
Going forward

Red

I’m not bored
I’m just
Batting at baubles 
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Stretching and such
Playing coy
Biding my time 
Until
That other cool cat comes back