1998-2008
From time to time i took a poem and made it into origami
it was folded and i creased a long finger into it.
oh absent gods, a threshold over other thresholds
one true thing that speaks so well when it
finishes your sentences.
i heard the roar of Magenta and brought cards with me
in my pocket
with cigarettes
and napkins
in boy’s pants.
my breasts became beautiful
because they were small.
-Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Month 
Your poem is very unique! very warm, it feels like you are just mumbing by my ears… very closely dear!
very enjoy it. Looking forward your many other new ones to come!
Thankyou very much for sharing!
sincerely
alice
Thank you for all your wonderful comments and responses, Alice. So heart warming.