i can be a monster

things that in my mind put me under some categories
what you might call a not major

for a second i wished to be someone who belongs to the majors
things in my mind turn to be some majors
but from the tail of the second
i wish myself to stay as non-major
wish there to be more minors

i can be a monster
i can be whatever
i will change myself endlessly
and i won't get tired of

snow dust

wind giggles
sweep another snowy day

once you told me
looking into a glass of tea
you see beauty

light comes through
makes a shadow somewhere

the glass on your hands
that's what it takes

i am back in the kitchen
sitting where we were
afternoon
warm