Dear love of mine, what I wouldn't do to find your fingers intertwined in the holes of my life
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
Hi. We're a band or whatever.
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Poetry and Flash Fiction
: : : i paint with words : : :
Lena Kvigne // Missionary