I Found Myself Watching Our Kids Play

It is something we can create, a misunderstanding.
A laundry list of grievances, stuck in the gap. Do you

like fear, bleeding? Nothing happened.
People still don’t care. Take the triumph,


on the eastern coast of history, battling the blazes
together. Shoot at moving targets, almost forgotten.


The Must-See Thriller

It wasn’t just her imagination,those two terrors.
A restorative night—hard to have each day fall flat.
One small escape makes a big difference in her skills.
Something will entertain you in these strange times.
Today’s forecast: summery sun on mother of pearl.


Turn Back the Clock

Dry desert dullness on my body.
Not to be mistaken: I can see my days.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like
to follow an earth-loving water, a return to
the star? Thyme and the whole family of
hours. Dull, tired youth wasn’t talked about.
Too often ignored. You’ll go back to being
free in no time—the result on the skin.


Bold Shadow Colors

The notion of women makes perfect sense to us.
The trend: burial ceremonies, skin-tightening powers,
style without compromise. California dream, La-La Land
vibes, a sultry sky—quite a view. Deep injection in the

emotions, in an elegant former home. Jog a few laps
while you sleep. Ready for the long strands of carnival
streets, glitter and makeup, all-natural sexiness,

mellow touches of pineapple on skin? A metallic
cascade. Glitter makes it look brighter, a light veil of
lazy jewel-toned serum, the cavalry, my white flag.


I’m Not Doing Shit

Half the time, I’m like, “Damn,
the collabs will have to wait for now.”
No doubt, I’m good. Yeah. I love this
elevator to a world for my reality.
I was willing to share my beauty with
you. Fun fact: Fancy dinner parties are
glossy, refreshing. Invite people in
when you shine. Sign your lips, kiss
the last fingers of the ‘90s road.


Before She Gets on the Phone

The morning moves slowly and sunlight pours in.
Growing up in Chicago, the memories return.
Everyone knew her emptiness. Into her 20s, she
was just trying to survive for a lark, pumping gas.
She found herself searching for chicken soup,
its strength trickling in. This kind of work makes
her sane. Something’s not right in the church.
How do you word it? What do you do? You can
eat her life. The star grows—her eyes light up.