How do you manage to transform
A tsunami like me
Into tranquil waters.

sometimes,
the s y l l a b l e s of your name
still feel like staples in my chest.

I find myself
wondering what
your hand
would feel like
in mine.

Her smile is my favorite geometrical anomaly

Mathematicians have yet to discovered a name for it

Expressing sunshine

Solving the issue of yesterdays broken equations

The corners of her lips are the product of perfection