July 2015

the artist danced with me;

impromptu. at the close of day.

i said, tell me what you know:

“i use my imagination for better things than fear now”

he, eloquent,

and i, wandering




birds, wind, exhale,

fluttering, fleeting, beating, heart.

& believed, finally.

that, even i, was, could be.

a flower

in God’s garden.



i overthink so much i end the story before it begins

they think i’m bout to party but in fact i’m cashin’ in

and this will happen to pretty girls

that play with original sin

so shoulders back, head up.

this is how you win