grapes left in the sun smell like oranges

if i wear vines

will i grow

or will they climb

to my neck with

a hug that’ll

keep me warm

forever

*

never forget

that you have forgotten

some of the worst times

and so this too

will be never evermore

*

the problem with writing

is that it takes a reader

and i barely trust myself

to write right

after the third time

because reading this the fourth time

i know i should have written

once more

*

no man is an island

but is land a man

for it goes on waters

and penetrates the deep

to bring life from which

we all come

*

what does it say

that there are infinite universes

and yet

we are alone

he said to himself