Maybe Magic

How do you un-hear a sound?
How does one un-learn a word?
What if we were not to know of love?
Maybe it would’ve been difficult
Maybe it would’ve been better, Continue reading


Moonpie metaphors

When i was a kid
There was a someone
Who called me ‘moon pie’
Because of my fair skin
And my soft cheeks
I am still the moon pie
With marks on my skin
And a warm smile on my face
Either wandering in space
Or in the kitchen
Orbiting my orbit because i have to
And stuffed with what they want
With a drakside that does not reflect light
And still a someone’s favorite.