ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
enjoy



Forward
Backward

not even me

quarter to three and I feel crazier
than usual

with coffee, with shoes, the appropriate
smile

each move a lie to fellow coffee
drinkers

they don’t know I love beer and
barefeet

none of us know if this smile is
real