Indiana Adame : Writing

a minor tragedy.

a minor tragedy.

A Poem by Indiana Adame


Hazy nights in living rooms and on front lawnsIn garages and on bedroom floorsWith starlight in our hair and whiskey on our tonguesI remember a hand o..
love like that.

love like that.

A Poem by Indiana Adame


a love like thatit burrows down deep, deep, deepunderneath your skin, inside your bonesrends its way through tissue and muscle and blood..
of cartography and skin.

of cartography and skin.

A Poem by Indiana Adame


I remember your hands, strong and callused As they mapped the skin of my back Fingertips trailing featherlight over ribs and shoulder ..