sweet city| poem

Winter storms on a windy dawn, they carried me out from bedrooms of boredom and yawns! There I saw people with heads that bobbled too far from their necks, but twas a splendid time, no less, no less! A girl of straw hair ordered an ice cream cone that stacked hot cream miles high, until…

hotel it do be make you happy

last night’s nightmare. I didn’t know we were going to a hotel until I opened my eyes one morning and found myself in one. I asked my parents where we were, and they responded with tight, wide smiles that made their cheeks touch their ears. This was a bad answer to me, so I turned…