2 by 3 tremble

mother you are so beautiful... gazing at me
walletsized
from the hug of my pine-framed mirror.

your handsewn promdress
icicle blue
draped over your ephemeral silhouette
his arm slung lazily alongside your thin waist.

did you know then how cold his words could be?
had he already begun to tie the marionette strings?

how often did you wear longsleeves in the humid summers?

did his storms remind you of grandpa?

beauty to my mind

En perseguirme, Mundo, ¿qué interesas?
¿En qué te ofendo, cuando sólo intento
poner bellezas en mi entendimiento
y no mi entendimiento en las bellezas?

reckless love

i want it.

this

is how i feel today.

unsteady footing...
slave to the elements...
.dizzy.
.confused.
.not in control.

how curious.

i rarely sing in the shower but often on the toilet.

yay portfolio!

i can haz employment upon sf return?