Cup

cup expectations with my hands, some might spill but I see-feel-understand

Leaves

Feelings are driven by senses, and my senses betray...

Insomnia, pt. 1

This rhythm and these fingers will work it through

Recompense

I need my recompense for all things I said and did to pay her bills and raise her kids

'Tism Blues

There are dots I rarely connect; still more constellations I’ve discovered