Monday, September 3, 2012


Old. Memories. Glad they are only memories.

First Night

lift my head off the pillow
lids don't wanna cooperate
stare out unfamiliar blinds
window was left open last night
early air pinches my face
strains of strawberry, orange
tease the gray, heavy sky

he is next to me
face buried in a pillow
i blush

but we slept with the windows open

so we did something right