
Books stacked high,
I’m thinking about
how I reuse words like
excuses. The sound ringing
in my ears, the familiarity of it all
as another one leaves my mouth.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form

Books stacked high,
I’m thinking about
how I reuse words like
excuses. The sound ringing
in my ears, the familiarity of it all
as another one leaves my mouth.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina