My gender is keeping the 7 day loan until the library forgets it was theirs
My gender is tahini on everything and radishes for breakfast.
My gender is day drinking with no regrets.
My gender is the fiction you wrote on the bus.
My gender smells like lavender trying to fight off a migraine and undercut by black coffee.
My gender is scared to check your email because you invited the most wonderful person in the universe.
My gender is fake news and grandma's pancakes
My gender is we already started so come in quietly and just listen
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
