If I bring you the whole bush It’ll be a chill time But I know better now I hope you like these flowers Words are fun to write Here is where it starts Words are out of sight Picking them took hours I’ll bring you…

Spitballs and Evergreens VCS Wrapped in torn remnants Of papers With names and places Most of which mean nothing to me They have stuck to me Like spitballs Cast by naughty children Sitting bored At the back of math class Immobilizing me Pumping me full…

Floor beneath my feet Tiny feet Vast floors.   I remember floors Beneath my little feet. Desert sands and picnics. Bare floors and kitchen sets. Stairs and tiny rooms. Staring down and groped.   I remember floors Bricked floor And badminton games. Grassy garden And…