What’s up Doc?
When you are livingyour normal boring life,you don’t seem to noticehow the time…
Walking up to the garage door she can hear him singing. His voice is out of tune…
To enter the forest,
To let it entomb you
What am I, if not a dusting of sand nudged forward by your last breath, erstwhile phrases and sentences bending into deft shapes…
No one taught us how to mourn and have funerals online.
“Come on in, there’s room for one more…”