IT’S ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE

When Angie comes around, I know it’s almost time to leave. She crinkles her nose at me when I’ve got fifty tabs open in a browser, while she shimmies behind my chair to collect my plastic bag of paper & lemon peels. Go home, she insists playfully with a gesture at an invisible watch onContinue reading “IT’S ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE”

GROW TOO TIRED OF CONSCIOUSNESS

We yell at each other until our throats scream.The words (mean) and we know it! It is when we reach unconsciousness: we turn into sweet, tame little cats. Cuddle, we mumble sweetness, we love with honesty. (an accidental poem by kris of ZUPAdream)