I sit with you familiar genie, we don’t talk
I got over youon a wednesdaywalking down my same old streetand I turned left at the endinsteadI got over youat lunch with my coworkersthey asked how you wereand I realized I didn’t knowfor once.
peep on youwithout the quiet of night there is no object of attention switch perspectives…
Vice
The girls and gods know this is not who I am
a story of generational fears
you can’t achieve maximum concentration unless the body is drained of all its nervous energy dark bedrooms are good for deep…