Sophia sips coffee
In Oakland irreverently.
She pushes paper while listening.
Knitting a hammock to lay in,
There’s dog-walking and
Yoga, cooking, and Coptic book binding
As explained in The Private Library.
She’s closed the chapter on the end of the world.
Says its her word against time.
She bakes her way into silver linings
She hears the Withering Spoon.
Reality is fictionalized through
Witchery and Wild Love.
Sources her ethics
Through Americans, pillows, and breakfast.
Her mouth is an art object.
Hiking with puppies
And binging on Netflix.
I am curious
Wanting to share, and
Grow together like hair.
I ride my bike to get Euphoria.
Could this be you?
I like ice cream, but my body
I have photography at the Oakland Museum,
But it is locked away.
I would love to make more
With you and I don’t mind dirt.
I love hiking and conversations,
But not steep overlooks.