free verse
And I am hugging youTo give you strengthNow that youAre about to die.How do you stay closeTo…
The window clicks when it’s fully retreated into the car door. I wouldn’t have had the strength to turn the hand crank last…
It’s early morning here. The golden hour,where vision stretches,clears like yawning skiesand every thought, like every rolling wave…
Following thespine of debris-line (time for showand tell: my life)clutching holy hurtsto bleeding…