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

Cooking

Cooking ground beef and

Boiling pasta in water 

Drain, sauce to pan add

pasta, meat and I think of

how time moves, slipping past us.

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