Poems from JalynPeng
Nightfall comes with subtle fantasy that grips and pulls and awakens me
from any form of peaceful slumber. Then I’m forced to be dragged...
Be the Peter to my Wendy and we’ll grow young together.
With nimble feet and sewn on shadows we’ll drift into a bank of memories
piled high...
Hours upon hours and miles spread
between two small shiny red pins on a map.
Asphalt and ground span to create a gap
hitched and held...
I am dependent——maybe codependent.
I am sick——I am fine.
(I’m everything I wish I weren’t.)
Today I am fine. I am fine. I am fine.
And I...