slow, we walk and listen to the beach
whisper in salt and foam
as we get to know each other.

time trickles as you fill in
the picture frame standing on my dresser.
a spot just for you

even if i don't know it yet.

a million goose eggs

her first toe loop and axel

suddenly a swan

Logan Robertson

5/01/2019

i lack that courage
to watch a drop of liquid
fall into my eye

where drunken souls use
the line "I wanna *******."
as a compliment

just came home past twelve
felt my tired feet and thick eyes
the "fruits of labor"