The Arena

Doors open for brunch;
I’m a gladiator who
Awaits the lions

The Gamble

Plucking the petals
He loves me, he loves me not
The flower is rigged

Billions

I’m crazy for you
It’s a good thing that I’m sane
For everyone else

Inclimate

I curse the weather
Were I at all sweet I’d melt
In all of this rain