ninestars

Every day — 

Monday through Thursday, 

starting at 2:30 pm, 

I grew wings. 

Peaking when reaching for the birdie. 

Gusts of wind and floods were my fuel to hit the

A room lit by one lamp, 
shoes next to a wireframe bed; 
an artist's home where art and time have made their stamp. 
A room lit by one lamp 
where the cozy gloom clamps 

means head of the year,

tippy-top, press restart, new year, wind it up, begin again,

clean slate, fresh sheet of paper. so get out your markers.

we're going to draw ourselves a better world.