by Marla Smith
oh my only one
i’ll bite the sun
to keep you cool
adoring gore
adorn the hemispheres of my imagination
with twinkling plastic lights
i’ll melt them down, with my bite of the sun
and make you pretty sculptures
No Worry
By Dan Lu No worry about money. No need for ask. Mama ai ni Mama say do your homework before bed, Mama tuck you in at night, Mama cross an ocean for you the salt is in your blood feel the sting in your flesh the fracture in your bones ...
