you, me, some rum and coke and a balcony in france

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

The scent of homesickness for somewhere that isn't home. © 2018, adriana

all my teeth are gold because of the lies and cockroaches that curl up and sleep inside of them. a collection of short poems. © folsomprison. all rights reserved. published: 10/14/17. completed: 6/25/18.

I know that it's me who made me feel this way.