by allegraosati | | poems
there are poems in me only released by writing in cursive on a blank white sheet of crisp paper printer paper or cursive paper in this...
by allegraosati | | poems
between us there lay a single hair trudging through the coarse white canyons dreaming of the fine silk that flowed at the motel 6 across the street i woke up 4 times but it was cheap
by allegraosati | | poems
her arm extended to the sky or the wall with the proud exhale of a flamenco dancer head tilted sensual sighing yawning turning over
by allegraosati | | poems
the shame of returning to where i once was same place for lunch same coffee cup but not same cup of coffee at least
by allegraosati | | poems
too drunk and suddenly too sober to handle the news i heard last week
