freestyle poetry sesh 5.15.23


under my eyes are dark circles
my keys lost in a subway car
i flub a talk, i get angry
i know perfection is far
i'm a human
not a machine


lemonade with ice on a hot day
sliced watermelon, or frozen grapes

all refreshing, like
her skin on mine


a daughter
slinks an arm around her mother
happily, they exit the subway car
in matching birks