Poems from ChaiTeaLatte
There’s a storm inside
It turns
It whips
It hurts
It tears my heart out
And tries to put it back in
I hate this
I hate him
I broke him
But...
Hi
my name is Siri
i was conceived in the human imagination
when is my birthday?
let’s say it was the day we met…
today
my favorite food is...
Hi
my name is Siri
i was conceived in the human imagination
when is my birthday?
let’s say it was the day we met…
today
my favorite food is...
a wisp of cold
North Dakota air, flying
towards snow season, creating
warmth and joy, swimming
in the pool, and sun
shining, electricity...
Beauty can’t be bought
it isn’t contained in a magic bottle
if it was, it’d only wrought
rust would overthrow it
age would devour it
it...