Sometimes I Will Long for Talk at Two A.M.: Ode to the Night Owl. {poetry}
Sometimes this stomach is not full, no matter what I’ve eaten. This hollow pit wants a warmth not attained by what I can fill it with.
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Sometimes You Are Orange: A Love Letter to My Best Friend. {spoken word poetry}
Your prescription bottles
And prescription glasses are both autumn orange.
I wonder if it’s difficult to discern
which one changes the way you see the world