Southern man, exploring words and other men.
“Where we love is home — home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes
Throw this in the roux along with any other quote in which the common theme leads you to…
Did you read me like a floorplan
carefully scanning the width
of each of my rooms?
Did you dance in my hall
as I hid in the linen closet?
How did you find where I cleanse myself
I normally don’t look to coincidences for meanings and signs
but this trip it seems that Marco and I
scared away the June Gloom.
Instead, L.A. greeted and engulfed us in the hottest
When I gaze in the mirror, I can pinpoint the attributes I approve less of. The fluid meat that is my chest, the small scars on my left cheek from the acne I had in high school, the way my beard doesn’t grow in fully. Mirrors don’t absolutely scare me the way they…