She asks me why I have that look
On my face. Am I sad?
No ma, I’m just writing poems
In my head.
She laughs and says were so alike
Starts talking about her youth
I lied,
I was thinking of you
And how you’re doing
What you’re thinking
Are you happy? I want you to be.
My second glass of wine,
Breath fogs up
I consider drawing a leaf, my
Signature doodle.
I’ve gotten detailed with it lately
Veins and arteries
Photosynthesis and shit.
Levitation Photography. Photo is not mine.
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