I always read them, I'm excited to see when
she posts.
Her poems are like sarcasm being honest.
Or the color black buying a handbag
her writing is grey, the same grey as a high school uniform
or a cloudy day out over the water, whatever water it is you love.
She writes short
I believe in fluttery words because
I like the sound of my own voice but she
writes only the necessities. She packs away words
like someone who packs a backpack
when they're skipping class.
She is a high a lot, she tells us all.
She doesn't mind those words out there.
She writes her thoughts as if they
should fit inside someone's cloud of smoke
after an exhale on
a good hit.
She writes as if there is a quota
on her feelings. As if once there's too many emotions
she might lose her footing. She writes like
the color grey.
But she still lets us see, one word for a hundred moments.
It may seem like an unfair deal,
but I really enjoy seeing
those frames.