the pace of wine

the pace of the wine that has so drastically changed our words
is no longer a question of a factual honeysuckle -
the honeysuckle has always had the yellow
with the white and the green.
when you see me as a series, your view is complete.


once the rain washed away our sins,
now the rain reveals them.


if you tan here, you burn your epidermis and increase your odds of being hott.

i am told i wear my ethnicity on my face -
my bones keep few secrets; they say, “you can't blame me, i am not american.”