what’s up?

I tell him about

the time that

I stared at

the sky so much

it turned away

from me.

I recall blades of

grass stretching

into a railway of

escape.

I show him

the wind that

accompanies

me every night

I fall.

wow. I didn’t know

you could write poems.

By Nicole Rossides


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