Sally Elhousieny
Things that remind me of you:
The miscommunication of storm clouds
Late night ideas and 6 am parking lots
The touch of sleep, the beautiful morning view
Holding my breath, hope on queue
Clenched fists with ruptured veins
Violet bruises, violet spots
Soft candle light, and tangled knots
Are all just things that remind me of us
Clamor 