Anna Cates – USA
Fate
He’s lied to me, so I can no
longer trust him. Still, the light is
shining in his eyes.
after egg rolls
a dinner date and I
open fortune cookies
Memories
Sometimes I miss you, though
you tracked mud into the house and spilled
coffee on the rug. The house feels empty
now that you are gone.
autumn sunset
the soft touch
of your hand
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