Androglossia : Writing

Folding Linens

Folding Linens

A Poem by Androglossia


I felt the linen with my handsSmoother than the handwovenquilt proudly flexed on the wallBut never as smooth as thebanana leaves we used to cutout for..
Regret

Regret

A Poem by Androglossia


Twelve past three. Three past cold stickand a coffee stained china.And a bed. And a you.A goldfish swam in my coffee likelike how you.Used to swim ..
The Mermaid to the Elven in a Cube

The Mermaid to the Elven in a Cube

A Poem by Androglossia


i sit here, clamshell on my lap, a waterfall in my mind, a goldfish in my heart,your brown eyes behind thesemechanical paper tapes,behind every sheet ..
San Antonio

San Antonio

A Poem by Androglossia


A white moth rustles beneath the old wooden bench at 5 a.m. where you used to have morning coffee with me,while overhead is a signboard that reads '..