Tag Archives: poems to my someday self

breathe, girl. you’re fine. the moon moats in her sky, and you (of also borrowed shine) can hang awhile longer, too.  breathe in these starsand mark them well, treble-tremble your fingersalong their sharpest notes.  whisper yourself some wings of feathered things,of flutter, stuttered syllables soaked in salt and … Continue reading →