Tag: Book of Poems

Jolting, like drinking two five-hour energies. You’re seventeen and driving through the night. Cold air feels exhilarating. Icicles form in science and wonder. This cold caffeination transforming you into a wizard. Elemental and strong. If you think too hard, you’re trite. If you think too hard, you’re marvelous. There’s room here for jewelry boxes doubling…