Patricia Seay
New member
Traffic like a stack of most recent ingestions baring down with questions commuters unfriendly crack through the cages with hiss spark entagled shaking my fixtures lights bent out of angle making monsters of shadows were they not bright lit ideas cadential in seizing or feigning pumping a heartfull of loving congestion a breeze shakes me steady to drop god be willing I flop at your footsteps in catching a good rest drown in a slumber