She broke his heart, right there in the dark, in plain view of anyone who was watching. Then she crossed her legs and chain-smoked for about 2 hours.

(the space between your words)

tried to reach deep
but you couldn't get in
now you're outside me
you see all the beauty
repent all your sin.

Balconies are Blessings

Today is write with pencil day. There is a paper ballerina dancing in the window, to the tune of traffic and the raag music belting from my speakers.

'Well, I know you like the attention, but there has to be something more to it than that'

There is.

Delicate fingers that tell the stories and coconut skins. The hair falling on the face is a well-practiced technique. It has caught your attention in ways that make me want to sing in foreign tongue. It doesn't have to be anything more than you, me and the tree, you know. Miles apart, windows make life accessible.

The North Star glares down at people holding hands, lying, cheating, stealing, smoking.