“weekends leave stars in her eyes” (a poem)

“weekends leave stars in her eyes” (a poem)

i know a girlwho knows a boywho makes playlistsdoes not kissbut drives two hoursfor a cup of coffeeand a bowl of gritsand i satand i listenedand i thought to myselfi wanna know somebodywho does thingslike that

“ugly” (a poem)

“ugly” (a poem)

I did not knowwhat ugly wasuntil I fell in lovewith a manwho looked like meand who loved womenwho did not looklike him. I did not knowwhat ugly wasuntil I foundmy love languagehas different accents;how affirmation sounds so close todestruction. I found uglyin black marketsand ethnic