Has a family member ever gotten upset at something you wrote?
Cloud is fast moving down the mountain, trailed by rain, and everything that has gone before.
That certain kind of light shines nearby.Catching the far edge of me,the slope between my shoulderand the place on my…
If you’re like me the important conversations I had with my dad were few and far between.
she asks about mefrom time to timei’m told
I’m the human centipede ― in pieces,I slide and dredge against a rocky terrainAsexual, soulless ― my taxonomy reads
(Said the Street Art to the passerby…)
i don’t know why i rememberan immunity to loneliness thatslipped between the cushionsof the couch in some dingy apartmentneither…