November ShameI have exhausted all trash TV, Drowned my sorrows in reality TV And sobbed and smiled And blushed and cursed my own Lack of inspiration…Dec 29, 2020Dec 29, 2020
My lonelinessMy loneliness is a crowded schoolyard, Sweaty boys flirting with girls whose skirts are pulled up five inches above the knee, hair…Aug 16, 2020Aug 16, 2020
Composition (hands)What are we made of if not the curling fist, the momentum of a hand That refuses to let loose Even with scathed knuckles, stiff fingers…Aug 14, 20201Aug 14, 20201
Isolation1. Release **** Turn off the news. I want to tell you I have already spent countless hours counting your freckles, measuring the size of…Aug 12, 20201Aug 12, 20201
Sirens“Sirens, hear the sirens. Hear the circus all go found.” I google the same words as yesterday, But only once this time, when it was twice…Jun 8, 2020Jun 8, 2020
