Poems from Rhi Callahan
Everyone has smeared their fingers upon the window panes
Noses pressed against the colors and everything is rose colored
But peeking...
For some reason it didn’t make sense before
When everything is so vibrant and alive
You take all the great things and allow them to...
Red box, red box I see you fill up
You once were full but now have given up
Little red box beating in my chest you once were over flowing...