Rinds crusted, dried up
fruit shrunk and coarse
lips cracked, bleeding
lifeless eater hand outstretched
in the scorching desert heat.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- SF
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