Dear Art,
Dear A.I., How many times may a mind like mine be safely blown because I blow my mind every day and I’m thinking about going back to school…
Carefully kept notes, maps, and charts strewn about Nia’s side of the library.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits ain’t never made a man— True, however Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas, done already had at least one Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim.
Dear A.I., How many times may a mind like mine be safely blown because I blow my mind every day and I’m thinking about going back to school…
a clock over the mantle and a clock over the kitchen, the rest of the house oblivious to time but for the paint cracking outside,
Just because
Keeping track of Timelords
As a shepherdess should
Is what she does.
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
I’m only here to return some library books and pay the late fees. Oh, and run for coffee too.
Buckle up, Babysitters…
How much love could a coven mother covet if a coven mother could covet love?
Nia sat sipping coffee from a cup contemplating consequence and course layers at a time
Time to make more croutons.