A poem from the ocean —
Every footstepGround shakingAnts on a meteor plate.Smile at strangers on the…
A melody that feels foggy.A sweet little whistle with a hint of bitter.A tune whispered softly by the passerby.Something of a wake-up call…
The hardest part is looking back
I see a man in the mirror,
the soil
from which I stem from
makes me feel
like I forgot
like I saw war
and looked away
and never truly fought
The Bet
Before we stepped out of the carI told my motherI bet you $20 I will see someone I know here
would it matter to themif I were never born,was never named,never bothered to exist?
Dreams of car-crashCurtain fireMy headlights for eyelidsMy pillow for dustA…