The Sugar-Glazed Silence Between Us
A single bite. That is where my world begins today.
The sun
The Denim Alibi in a Glass City
I have spent my life curated like a museum piece—silk sheets
The Geometry of a Sunday Afternoon
I have always viewed my life as a series of blueprints—precise,
The Scent of Rain-Washed Jasmine
I stood before the red brick walls, feeling like a single white
The Gravity of a Soft Glance
I exist as a single, drifting satellite in the vast architecture of
The Polka Dot Girl in the Dust-Haze Afternoon
I’ve spent three years in this city breathing in exhaust fumes
Rainbow Threads in an Onyx City
I spent ten hours today defending a merger that felt more like
The Turquoise Interval Between Us
I hold the handle of this mint-green Vespa, and in one singular
The Neon Sanctuary of a Plastic Heart
I stand amidst the neon humming of this digital cathedral, where claw
The Blue Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I stand on the edge of this city, my blue blouse dancing
The Eternal Moment Before We Met
I am standing at this crosswalk because I have already walked across
The Pastel Singularity of a Tuesday Afternoon
I have spent my days charting the unseen currents of this city,
