Nikki IV

From the moment she walked in,

I couldn’t get her out of my mind,

She’s been welcomed ever since.

Nikki III

There’s a purple velvet wingback chair in the back of my heart somewhere, that’s where you’ll find her.

She’s draped in ink, with a leg over the arm of the chair, a joint pinned between two fingers, filling the place with smoke, and smiling ear to ear.

Nikki II

If it was shiny or sharp,

she loved it.

Nikki I

She’s the essence of strawberry milkshakes and tacos on a balmy summer eve,

The puffy cloud adrift in the vast flawless cerulean sky.