Plexiglass towns
Fresh tile memory
——
Tastes like fiction
But it’s reality
——
The morning
Lifts itself
Like when she throws
Her hair back
—-
Moon in her eyes
She’s staring through me
——

Plexiglass towns
Fresh tile memory
——
Tastes like fiction
But it’s reality
——
The morning
Lifts itself
Like when she throws
Her hair back
—-
Moon in her eyes
She’s staring through me
——