Poems from nicolle.weinstein

You're in the Vertical Cafe In the sky Off the clouds And they're serving muddy coffee With beautiful cream; A Santa beard Across an acid...
I'd like to rip down the curtains That cover this myth And swallow the dust My actions cause to fall  
Circumnavigation on the frothy waves of Eden Falling through the skies and dripping past the stars Maybe, if, and only  You could be my...
He is the shadows.   Tree.   Barcelona. Gulp.  Burning.  Lick my lips, taste the oily smudges of Red Rose 12. Drunk.  Wrist.  Limp.  Tuck...
I'd jump across a pit of night To see why light's not long I'd run straight through a firefight To find what's going wrong   And through...

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