Month: May 2020

A hand taken

Trickle-down drops and slowed lightning speak to me of pathways. Oh, I know that practice makes perfect. Must I learn, once again, what was glossed over too quickly? Numbers and Deuteronomy taught me that details are not bedeviled. Now, I pay attention without training wheels.



Side glances are nice, I like. Eye rolls with a half smile too. I’m always glad to see the back of you, but not in the traditional sense. Coquettish. In my dream, I drink champagne from your glass slipper. Help you with your broken zipper. Stocking seams are back in style. Ahem!