Pink evenings and low days

The bars are white soapy mouth The sky is an unforgettable moment. I take out my paper and mention my gratitude list- I mention         breath onion       Ketchup broccoli      Sylvia rosemary       Pauses   The sun kisses my toes by the daytime slushing, suitcases and winter games. I write too many sad poems, I know. I write too… Continue reading Pink evenings and low days