Crisis-Proof Queen

Take it from me The crisis-proof queen There is a poem in there Somewhere, I’m sure. I’d prise it out for you myself But I prefer spying On fiction from a safe distance; I prefer pretending heaven’s Not too far away And I only live in the Day after yesterday.

Old Friends

Old Friends I leapt through cold, night air beneath the shining, white moon. The city below me fell asleep as I graced the roof tops in solitude, two black ears perking up from my hair that flowed behind me on the warm breeze. I stood on the edge of a building, scanning the streets far…