Poetry

Thoughts About the Earth series.

The old masks let me breathe through my nose and mouth but these masks are different

Poppy’s reading glasses were pink before pink was cool.

I feel my day evaporating. Who else might be missing cows?

Burnt orange background for warmth roundness, spirals, buttery pinwheels- nothing pointy or masculine.

The Notorious Supreme leans forward and points a finger and her starched stiff collar hints a warning hiss.