A poem
There isn't enough ink to last another sentencenor enough paper to store these alphabets We don't write…
Go ahead, invite me to your table, Pour indelible ink on my soul, Gift me two tickets to the moon…
a poem
i am donewith all of thisshe shoutsand spitsat the worldface uncoveredfree and proud
High Class Escort
No Retort
This is the hard line, the switch that flails the flesh as moves through the air, targeted skin no…
a narrative
Petrified by touch, I conceal
Yeast, flour, water.