Category Archives: Poetry

I was there. 
It's a phrase
that cares
where. Was
it a fair? Were
they fare? How
did you
eat? Was
your seat
comfort
able? Did
you like your 
table? What
frayed cable?
Do you USB?
Can we spell
tea? I saw a 
bee once and
it did not have
good things
to say about
a. Sometimes,
the sky lays
about saying
I am there
without cause
to discern.