“Why do I write?”
To be with you, I would sell my bootsAnd live in a train stationFeed the cats, clean the…
Haven’t thought much today — daydreamed my way out of other accidents, crashed into the wall at work a…
i want to have the control of my bodyneeded to skillfully drain water out…
breach. line at the pumps, plastic bags over the last drop. panic. all hoarders…
Yeah, I’m jealous as hell of those young bodiesstrewing words and energy like…
Three days, that’s about it, that’s all there is,When the green erupts, explodes…