Dripping in Confidence: Why I Let Him Wait
The city was drowning, but my yellow umbrella made me look like
The Heat Between Us in Concrete Cold
Steam rises from the paper cup, curling into the cold air like
The Golden Hour's Soft Embrace
The city below is a blur of bokeh lights, red taillights bleeding
The Inevitable Flight of Paper Wings
I hold this paper bird aloft, a colorful anchor against the gray
The Gilded Cage of Cherry Blossoms
The fluorescent lights are a lie, mimicking the sun that burned my
Probability: The Glass Garden
The probability of finding true warmth within the concrete sprawl is statistically
The Softest Negotiation of Spring
I spent three hours negotiating a merger that demanded I be made
Liquid Gold on a Concrete Altar
The city exhales neon and I inhale the cool, wet air. Here
The Gilded Reflection: A City Conquered by One Smile
The city breathes in neon, a chaotic beast tamed by the light
The Geometry of Melting Puddles
My turtleneck sweater is a soft, white cloud trapped in the gravity
The Load-Bearing Arch of a Polka-Dot Smile
I have constructed my world on these stone steps, creating a perfect
Petals in the Pulse of Water
I shed the heels, leaving them where they fell like dead shells.
