Her white hair, don’t wash, doesn’t ask, clockbeats.Her nose ring, never made it, nor the…
Love the fam, history and all, have to, right?The tender moments someone…
Tell me, tell me, maybe I want to know,Or maybe understand, or maybe just see…
Hands hardenedand calloused,fingers more crooked than they used to be,testaments to a life…
Dignity dented,we tumbled in a heap,arms splayed, knees scraped,credibility distended.How foolish, wondering,if we were in the…
The dark brown creases of my palmsrun into one another, cutting each other off