Memorial Day One fly chases the other trying to cop a feel on Memorial Day trying to protect their lineage continuing the Fly name they land on my chair in the sun… not one of them died for their country
Fold the Corners I fold the corners of my life (a taboo) and dream until I realize the absurdity of it and toss it away until the next folding
Petals Your hands don’t touch my petals you look away without a thought of waterintending to scald meit wouldn’t be so bad without the intention.