by allegraosati | | poems
jazz a chaotic ballet of sound like traffic it weaves to a destination predicated by the journey
by allegraosati | | poems
i only remember the quiet when i can’t quite focus on what i’m looking at
by allegraosati | | poems
a man his eyes rolling pins sat squatting on a bench in a seurat painting
by allegraosati | | poems
i awoke notes etched on the inside of my skull words knocking on my brain floating in the space between memories
by allegraosati | | poems
my mother had a roll top desk i pressed my weight wrestled with gravity to open and reveal the secrets within clambering inside my eyes adjusting in the darkness i inherited the same secrecy disguised as the perfect mess rustling in the...
