paper skin leathers mountainouslyagainst time-worn canvasriverbeds, dry, sprawlin every compass rose-petalremnants of youth at their…
olderslowerhands turnuponthe workweakcrookedweary
who reads aloud from a crumbling book
Living in the upside-downleaves me listless and apatheticMy eyes a deadened versionof who I once…
Nectarous bees pushed against a scented breeze off lavender cliffs where bluejays waited…
Yes, I am,SickAndTired.