It is not in me,
simply isn’t, is not
with me, cannot
listless and sour
it is not in me,
I cannot.
Thank you for reading!
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Raven Wings
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