
Following the eyes
in the room to the
edge of the corner
to the corner of the carpet
traveling upwards onto the
skin of the talking body,
who is this?
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

Following the eyes
in the room to the
edge of the corner
to the corner of the carpet
traveling upwards onto the
skin of the talking body,
who is this?
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina