By Mike O’Connell 

she always searches for
a story to tell, to tell herself,
and then, the world. she
knows(exactly)what she’s
looking for, no matter what
disguises it may wear.
like lyrics to a song, she
composes herself, adding
life to every word. she can
form sunnydays, crippling
storms, and mold entities
out of dreams. she is magical,
in a way, showing us the
heart of her heart, and what
her accommodating soul
looks like, from the inside,
from the center of the earth.
there are two suns in her
infinite sky; one resembles
herself, and the other, eyes
reflecting the beauty of her