An empath in Oakland. Lover of children, brain science, animals, and music. Connoisseur of chips and salsa.
This year I married you
As I watch your sturdy frame
What would you do if the world, as we know it, was about to end
Would you deny that it’s happening until the most final of bleak moments became apparent
Would you panic like a deer in headlights then lay on the ground with a paper bag over your head
It may be easier
To become indifferent to good art
These days
We speak from our clipped dorsal orientations
