She's not one to let her eggs shrivel.

addicted to truth.

the fate of boiling water is to evaporate.

a fiery lock.

nothing to look forward to except grandkids and dying.

bleeding ink.

Why do parents make themselves impossible to love?

some people, when you speak to them, you feel poisoned. like a drop of freshwater in the sea.

food tastes so much better after you've fasted.

sometimes experience is outweighed by a vivid imagination and scandalous friends.

When you direct an actor, you summon truth.

I sleep by a precarious stack of books.

the best part about being Muslim is being entertained by drunk people.

Send your Sorrow to God
Give your Joy to Man.

how does one defeat the fiery beast that is bad timing.

If I leave this room I'd just be pacing in a bigger cage.

bloom then wither
then bloom

no vacancy.

time proves the finite capacity of the heart.

lose the glasses
enjoy the blur

hijab beads reflect sunshine
showering pinpricks of light
across the room
like little faeries

daylight don't leave me.

singing with hangers.

Midnight

Calls for trunk top dining and dancing in parking lots.

walked out the door but pulled back to the table.
delivered words that demanded birthright on paper.

some people, you thirst for their presence after you meet them. and some people will erode your soul with every conversation.

some people in the dark reach for the warmth of a lover. i reach for a pen.

too much energy in wanting.
not enough attention to giving.