Sincerely, From Des Moines – A Madrigal

what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat? staring out a second-story window: barren fields, lonely roads, a river’s flow. baring a patina, a well-worn hat: intent to not allow her sheen to show what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat, staring out a second-story window. ever-evasive, an elusive cat, and all…

From the Screen – A Tripadi

she smiled at me from the screen and it was the warmest i’d been for the longest time i could remember didn’t know her name just her face from movies i’d seen at my place watching alone filling this intense need lying there lying to myself believing her gaze is heartfelt knowing all along she…