The rubber lifeboat slicked on our shades of skin with every rise, every fall…
My boots click against the tiled floorpast red leather booths.A jukebox waves…
These thoughtsare like paper boats, set freeupon a swiftly running stream…
Alone in airport barswhere my concept can broaden.Not just of myselfbut what…
I argued with myselfBludgeoning the reasons why I dislike What I seeI live in a vision of…
Getting better does take time and tears and truths. But sufferinghas a higher pricethan…