I hear a voice
— Tricia (@triciasankey) March 15, 2021
Socrates called it a daemon
his internal oracle?
his demon?
a higher self?
shadow mind?
She grasps me
with magnetic fingers
at 11:11
I'm hers
as she
peers at me
from clocks
in synchronicity
she talks#vss365 #peer @Experimentsinfc #ApoemADay pic.twitter.com/oNXF2s9ahG
she sat next to me
— Tricia (@triciasankey) March 14, 2021
eating grapes
but seemed
93 million miles away,
like the sun,
she uttered
“Do what thou wilt,”
and like some pagan ritual,
I removed my hat as she
scrunched her sour face
and walked away.#vss365 #grape pic.twitter.com/uaMwzlwjQv
Relinquish reality
— Tricia (@triciasankey) March 14, 2021
and stretch out
as a branch –
discover
lost roots
in sky#poetryin13 #relinquish@Experimentsinfc#APoemADay pic.twitter.com/iyNZbHr3xE
I remove your
— Tricia (@triciasankey) March 12, 2021
black memory
like a cancerous#appendage.
Remission is
#present now
#poetryin13#vss365
Tricia Sankey 