JODI VANDER MOLEN | Where my words reside
Always one dry match In my pocket, I reserve The option to strike ♦ —@jvwords
It’s a livin’ thing so much higher then, a terr- ible thing to lose ♦…
Vortex, back in time She digs out blocks, builds a ramp Hibernation gift ♦ —@jvwords
What to do with it That endless can’t-recall dream Smothered by the day ♦ —@jvwords
Spelling bee today My mother’s dictionary My daughter, my heart ♦ —@jvwords
Skating over it Wait! The lake isn’t frozen You can use my heart ♦ —@jvwords
Eight years later now Three kids’ galas: music, snacks All done with the cold ♦
My girl, dressed, tiger Pull a lion, tarot card Me, domestic cat ♦
Café, eyewitness Male gaze, snowflake on your tongue Up and down she goes ♦
Chipped red fingernails Splintered ship, rocky shallows 2018 ♦
