For

for the love,
forward:
forlorn foreground
forgotten for years--
a forbidden forehead kiss;
fortunately,
forever forgives
our forsaken forms.
forge forth new
forceful, fortressed
memories:
now-foreign forebears
long foregone.




August 2015
just kidding around, bored by creative lapse.  "i get my creative juices by watching people," i told Andrew yesterday, sitting on the porch feeding the bugs our flesh.  "so i wouldn't mind riding the Metro to work."