Monday, May 21, 2018

~Glass~

my heart
stumbles over
things I
don't know

take me
down
to the
riptide
where the tide
licks and grasps

I feel
like I connect
more to animals
because they
don't try
to hide
like you
so you're
calling me a dog?
no, you're
just straightforward

people should
do whatever's
best
for them
whatever they
want to do

great like
burnt cinnamon
sometimes it
feels like
a dream
I'm living in

the night
is black glass
careful
you don't
cut yourself

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

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