silver cup reflection
sip watcher
I'll have it, I'll take two now
let me die beside
something beautiful
even if it won't love me
& say thank you
a hundred times until tomorrow
good morning
late thought hangover
my mind can't wash it
I don't want to say
poetry
during poetry
but nothing helps, so
count down like a rocket
for something less than
a show of sparks
honey, it rains like we do it's
only March
shake it