Poems from jayaychtee

sunday morning, brush my teeth and leave the house last im driving and im watching cars pass its a green light, take that left turn, and...
</> morning on a sunday in hanalei bay underneath the palm trees i lay underneath the long, skinny leaves to give me shade look out...
</> i am the clay, the marble, and the stone   molded only by the hands of my own    in the making, i was taken by the wrist and...