trading pennies in
for dollhouses and keurigs…
girls know how to win!
poetry
Cookie Rays
Light the Flame to Start the Fire
when the blue burns through
a cloudless winter lunch stroll
with wilting climate,
when the Man burns through
a seamless presidency
to bring turmoil,
when cookies burn through
the endless Thin Mint requests
as yet unfulfilled,
we must burn both ends,
light the way to heaven; hell;
until truth burns through

Heart In Time
(I Made the Drinks)
Sails Up
Ban HIM
he threatens the court
not understanding his loss
as if we’re blind fools













