How the sun moves,
across the golden expanse
dreams criss-cross and pull
the mind, overlap the skin,
teeth, jaw, skull.
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
How the sun moves,
across the golden expanse
dreams criss-cross and pull
the mind, overlap the skin,
teeth, jaw, skull.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina