Poems from milaali
have you ever thought
about how many times
the planets regret their orbit
or if the cold tight air feels more like a hug
or a...
white woman is a kind lady
all smiles and tulips in the morning
goes to church on sundays
or maybe not
maybe she doesn’t like churches
or...
curly haired boy reminds you of fire
but not the brightness of it
just the burning
and the aftermath
and the smell of something over...