sunbeams
sunbeams drench the earth
scattered by the shadows cast wistfully by leaves
shades of green intertwine peacefully on the ground
i like looking at you, grass
weird
the anxiety of the unread
wide
when the tools we use no longer require any skills, we no longer matter
web
it’s twelve-twenty-one p.m. and I’ve been awake for approximately forty minutes
hole
there will always be darkness
goodbye
from the brain of salma alam-naylor
304 S. Jones Blvd #3567 Las Vegas NV 89107
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