Grace Sabatini

Joined March 2020

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7pm
7pm appears on the stovetop clock and the watch on father's wrist. And Notre Dame swings its bell and car alarms go off on purpose.
By Grace Sabatini6 years ago in Poets
I Can't Wait To Meet You
I can’t wait to meet you. I can’t wait to finally see your face, hopefully warm and a little bristly. I can’t wait till we talk for the first time and we either click on common music interests, or spark on our awkward flirtatious argument on why country music sucks or doesn’t suck.
By Grace Sabatini6 years ago in Poets
Woman
You hide your tears and save them for later. You have to make sure the floors are shining like watery eyes while at the same time you must bust away in the kitchen.
By Grace Sabatini6 years ago in Poets