Alessandra G.

My tired eyes and racing mind are up and running, 7:05 feeling strong beneath my feet as they snake their way out from the covers, and sink to the carpet.

Don’t apologize. I will allow You to settle beneath Your surroundings.
Drift just above the cold ruins of the lopsided glass You reside in.
I will be patient as time as,
You take shelter beneath those who brace the wind.

“It was beautiful, Habibti”
The arid sprawl,
The gem of a meadow among the rocky land.
Winding cities with layers of love.
Meandering trails and

Music calling out.
Seeping down to the ears of those tracing

Just the idea,
That my mind
Could be poured onto the paper,
In my own awkward handwriting.

Just the thought that,
My feelings could be extracted from the mine that is emotion and,
Placed just so on the screen.

My pen
Doesn’t move the way yours does.
An envious glance over my shoulder and
I see the ink flow freely from your fingertips,
Seep outside the xerox border, abandoning any care as you