there’s a stillness surrounding mewhile my insides are on firescreaming, fighting to be heard,fighting for a chanceto be seen.
A Loving Hand
Write a decline that is nota person, a caror a town…Watch for releasewhen it comes timefor the retreat…
Flummoxed and flinging the lingual confessions of a concert in agonyto the ceiling, up the wallsbursting…
Like the hair that fully escapesyour ponytaillike the dresses that hang in the closet, obsessed with the…
Attached to your general dysfunctionadmiring pieces of the wholeand acting like timid…
I closeand keep closingmy eyesdarkening somethingbut still notsleeping
Pure channels of disguisescanals heaped with tardy travelerswaiting to be rid of the garbage…