Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black and white san francisco skyline with fog
    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

you tremble (poem #585)

Eyes wide, you tremble

skin pressed cold

against another, open

door, open heart and

exude a sense of

presence, a sense of death

eyes wide, you tremble.