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!
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
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!