An Artist’s Limerick

In a horrible,terrible,cruel twist of fateit appears I am bound to be happy. I am not a shrew,curmudgeon,or ingrate,but this news has me feeling quite bratty. You see I’ve built a lifebased on struggleand strife.I constructed these wallson my own. Now, hammer in hand, I see lines in the sand*from my past selvesthat I haveoutgrown.Continue reading “An Artist’s Limerick”

12:34

I believe in true lovein midnight snacksin indulging until our tummies bloatand we fall asleep, full of love and chocolateentangled in each other I believe in sleeping naked, skin-to-skinI want to feel your heartbeat and pressmy cold feet against your warmth I believe that wicked dreamskeep me up at nightbecause my brain is afraid to bealone in theContinue reading “12:34”