Whistle, micropoetry by Desiree L. Balota at Spillwords.com
Marco Perretta



written by: Desiree L. Balota


my whistle revolves
in my space like old fan blades
spent in desert air.
once, i offered a cool blow
but was smothered to keep wind.

Desiree L. Balota

Desiree L. Balota

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.
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