from this windowstucco and stonespread out across blanched landscapetumbledown to the seaholding their ownthese buildings…
tell me the storythe story of how you survivedshe said
as i walk awayremind mewhat is it that you think you're doingwhen you're doing this
such an average thing
it’s not what you would expectright?this strengthdoes not belong to a person like menoonly royaltystruts through shitjust soand turns a…
it should be a crime when a dream dies
coldly tossedonto sketchy linoleumonto lawns iced over by nightonto concrete…
does this change something?
this outlinethis coloringthis faux patina
it is vastand there are flowerspreeningshowing offopeningfor the sunsuchsimplebeautiesno longer satisfyi move onpast the flowers and into…
boxed inreflectingblack white brown greyall of the things which will not staynot that i would want them towhat would i beafter allwere i to…
a poem for jamal khashoggi
he does not dienot the way you’d expectwhen you’ve tidied upthe crime sceneat…