Montana native, living in the PNW.
Just writing what I know.
Reservations for four Plus the fifth wheel, me Perfume still fresh Strappy heels Slip dress, Black silk I’m shining, shimmering
By Cree4 years ago in Poets
Malty air filled with anticipation Glasses half full, Never half empty Of foamy, golden brew. The buzz of a roaring crowd,
The Part Where I Was Taught to Be Proud of Where I Come From My mom imagined my grandfather was asking me, “What’s your name,” for the hundredth time with a grin on his face.
By Cree5 years ago in Families
