my grandmother passed away on thursday, and was buried today. i didn’t shed a tear until after the burial procession, when my family visited the grave of my mom’s father whom i was named after (same cemetery—when in rome?). i’d never been there, and he died before i was born. so, it occurred to me that this was the closest i’ve ever been to my namesake. i think my...
please stop whirring, hard drive
i think by the time the cops come to your door, take down your information, and give you a warning for no reason, you have to throw your hands up because there’s no point in fighting against a week that wants to kill you
slumber on the wet rocks autumnal orange tore shears of clay on my fingertips a city on fire, then without precedent: a shank of blue jaunts blades upon water ripping tides at my feet silent, silent, it does not disrupt the morning commute the ebb and flow there’s too much gold on the street to panhandle a river