He pens her large toe blue,
APRIL 2017:
I woke up
Before heavy fog hits, it happens all the time;
In the silence, they shift,
stirring skeleton leaves
I’m plummeting
through the endless space in my head,
Now I lay me down to sleep,
turning onto my side,
Ethan’s eyes slide open slowly, sticky from sleep and alcohol. He blinks four times before the world jolts into focus. He sucks in the…
I passed us in the car in my dream last night.
In the town that sounds like waste
or an expensive mistake,
There are demons
that look like sunlight