The Paris Wife, On The Road –
The Sun Also Rises, Haunted –
Aimless Love, Lit.
Micropoem
Finish
You appear so suddenly- yet expected.
You only ask- you were never taught how to give.
I am done answering.
Fog Wandering
Why do I pretend the glass is my protective barrier?
Just on the other side lies mystery and what lies behind me?
I want to play in the fog.
I can’t get lost if I don’t know where I am going.
Thirst
In need of escape,
Tangy tequila biting,
Break up the mundane.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 