Writing little verses, as little ladies will
I don’t have much to say right now. In lieu of a blog post, please accept some of my poetry.
Late Summer Sestina
A warm autumn’s rising again,
it seems. The sheen of summer
still lingers on my September skin
and the afternoon sky is hazy (though blue),
like you. The phone rings: a call
for you: a voice, sugar-smooth:
Hot Tramp is just another twentysomething Californian sending her opinions out into the aether.