Some Days I’m not Sick

There are some days I believe they are lying. The doctors, I mean. Some days I think There couldn't possibly be anything wrong With me. Those days are the days I stand in the Rays of the sun without consequence, the days I Can pretend that my body hasn't turned against me, Hasn't taken control … Continue reading Some Days I’m not Sick


Honolulu Rain

The rain pours in Honolulu And wakes me in the night. The sound of a million raindrops Pelting the window of the room Is almost unfamiliar to me, The desert girl, in its ferocity. Yes, there is rain at home, the Kind that knocks softly against Walls and lulls you to sleep. And sure, there … Continue reading Honolulu Rain