sarah.yusko:
ivory pineapple
sarah.yusko:
picnic basket
sarah.yusko:
the many blankets
sarah.yusko:
barbell
sarah.yusko:
reach up to the sun
sarah.yusko:
i pick the prettiest part of the sky and i melt into the wing and then into the air, till i'm just a soul on a sunbeam.
sarah.yusko:
bow in my hair
sarah.yusko:
ah summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
sarah.yusko:
corks
sarah.yusko:
rockabye
sarah.yusko:
probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.
sarah.yusko:
i hear the crickets at night and the fireflies look like shooting stars