i am a poet learning to be a poet; this could get complicated.
feel like I'm in a weird dream, memory triggering, lightning bugs!

sometimes after a long day I step out of the shower and sit dripping,
looking at myself in the mirror, cloud formation erotica, open lines:
it's quintessential me through a bizarre looking glass; apparently
there is such a thing as self-compassion.

i've had a thing for owls lately, must be the millennial ennui.

teach me to whistle -
i just like the way it sounds