Glass bowl, cracked
filled with false fruit
ornate and clear but
dusty.
Thank you for reading!
-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
Glass bowl, cracked
filled with false fruit
ornate and clear but
dusty.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina