bird.

eudaemaniacal, a poem by August

bubbles;
intermingles with
ruddy ghosts and
dear birds.

Symphony

typesetjez, a poem by August

sing to me a Christmas song,
your voice wrapping around
me like the most comfortable
pajamas. maybe you’ll always
have to think too much, but
one of these days, you’ll
never have to worry if
your heart is safe this time.

jiggly

mls-classics, a poem by August

just as
I was surfacing from
grief, you
granted me
your kindness.

darker than I expected for the word jiggly — but true!