Where He Used to Sit
He’s an assprint in your cushion. Time will inflate you back to your original shape.
Woman in the Universe
I’m invisible, vapor, a motion blur against laser-sharp winter, a soft breeze stinging your cheek numb; I am a ray of sunlight in a bright room, a cell in a…
This Place Called War
Ed never cries. I hear him crying in his bed. Tomorrow he leaves, his day is near; His tears, against everything he said about this place called War, where women…
Cartoon Sky
My breaking day, yolk on a blue plate, sloppy and dripping into highway lines, making its correction on my direction. Trained in bad habits like rabbits, only worse; curse because–fuck…
The Answer Is
I’m experiencing a sadness I’ve never felt before. It’s a distance that I can’t gap if I try. I wonder why. I dance around bushes like a 5-year-old, like the…