theres [enough!] looped beats
I’m doing flips
at those Philadelphia
gas stations
round and
round wall of virus
full body/august
when I close my eyes
theres love, reasons
Coffee
Drama
drank a cup of
pre-covid, filled with
The Cafe
a bottle of wine
history up thru
my feet
poetry
propped
my phone
redeemed
Home (the feeling)
in my blood like
the s's
in east coast
counting our exclusive
evenings of
the shortest summer ever
if summer means together
the garden flowers on our dinner
