Sand Between Ecstatic Toes

the weeping boy, sea creatures,
seemed like a fiber; a boutique through blood.
(i lay with envy)
enough room, door ajar —
this bed feel different (warm).
univited, but not out of place,
she’s in my room to cry.

where would you have been,
mesh floors (and) log fume(s)
work to save up space.
motor function (makes) everyone
mad at themselves,
(but who am i to deny a beating heart?)

8:48pm / August 14, 2025

Traveling Reflections (Bonnie’s Mirror)