Anna Pae Poems

i am getting too attached
every time i see a funny bird
a post card
a train
...

i wanted to hang up the phone
while i was talking
i had been doing something
unimportant
...

The rainy days,
the smell of wet leather,
the rustic ornaments of your desire,
pale, pallid and abstract,
...

she will be 7 tomorrow
she believes that
when you die
you will turn into
...

try to remember
all the butterflies
that have
touched your hand
...