elementia
honey
By Kahill PerkinsI have so many secrets to tell you through soft poems and open mouthed kisses on rosy flushed cheeks of best friends turned lovers and onto mothers and peaches bought from roadside shacks on small town access roads; toothy grins slyly hanging onto our faces —
This Generation
By Ada HellerI sit
in a green plastic booth
Sandwiched between a purple table
and a streaky orange wall
I keep my fingers squished into my ears
while I watch a librarian chase a girl my age around