Money is who's?
Money is shoes.
Named after a fabric that was her doing. An elevation of tapestries both soothed and supplied us. Back when fabrics seemed to never wear out or grow stale. Now it’s stripes and...
I met a woman from Hungary who had three eye surgeries
They still worked
With attempt to acquire heart she cried and cried.
One for shame and one for joy
Then something new
The point where the image is inverted
Where grass turns into red meat
Carrying all of the weight
Not reading through but absorbing fully
As if rolling the full text on
Love is looking beyond the crazy
Crazy is not looking beyond the love