((milk) cup)
written by: Desiree L. Balota
white was the ocean
in my coffee-doused milk cup.
the ocean was sweet
from fine sand until my milk
browned from sleepless coffee spoons.
A student and fan of surrealist and constraint-based poetry, Dess carves syllables and statements in notepads, smartphones, and ice cubes as she pauses between her day and night walks for pen and speaker jobs and skateboard-on-tidal-wave adventures. She has written three books of poems and dreams of toasting spaceships and broken promises in her Olympic size mini oven.
