Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.
Tag Archives: writer
A Night On Fire
The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low
Sea Calling
Safety in a midnight swim.
Warp Zone
teleport me to new terrain
Freak Storms
there are brittle
cicada shells beneath
our feet, i’m in them,
i’m a shade, an exoskeleton
My Heart’s Wallpaper
It’s been twenty four minutes since the last time I’d ever see you again.
And I’ll Be Whispering “Yes, Yes”
I’ll never be a famous poet
Middling
forbidden closeness / pure proximity /
one hand on my shoulder / nothing
but gymnasium breeze on my
lace draped waist
Fevers of the Mind Interview
In which I answer some questions.
Being Sick All the Time : Pain Prose
Being sick all the time is some bullshit,
Lemme tell you.