beaks on

we strap beaks around our ears breathe in herbs like potpourri the air isn’t safe without it and I haven’t seen your bare cheeks in months, in weeks your eyes glitter from behind plastic lenses meant to keep you safe from me me, who you once said was your only PPE talk to me through […]


when I close my eyes, sometimes, I am back in his bed, those early January mornings my alarm sounding at 0545 and my love, still fast asleep, tightening his grip around my waist my first thought was I don’t want to leave and my second, his warmth calls me back to sleep but I would […]