Happiness is Poetry: Warsan Shire
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude. ~ Warsan Shire
I love her stuff so much I figured I’d giver her a second day, enjoy my friends and have a happy day ~ Rev Kane
My father was a drunk. He married my mother
the month he came back from Russia
with whiskey in his blood.
On their wedding night he whispered
into her ears about jet planes and snow.
He said the word in Russian;
My mother blinked back tears and spread her palms
across his shoulder blades like the wings
of a plane. Later, breathless, he laid his head
on her thigh and touched her,
brought back two fingers glistening,
showed her from her own body
what the color of snow was closest to.