I sleep in a room with two beds. I sleep angry. My mouth shrinks from the cold. Roaches nest in…

the low whine of a mosquito rings deep in my right ear even though I’ve pulled my sleeping bag very…

Mourning Routine: April stretch towards the mountains. coffee, black. fruit. a cigarette. four books planted on my quilt(I procrastinate like hell) …

I watched some guy on the train spill his Monster™ energy drink and I know someone is gonna accidentally sit…

my lips are moving and i’m ready to wait outside for the partyto be over. my fists meet skin and…

it is dark in the background and fore.it is there. not waiting, Watching. You. the things You Are and Do.…

Well, that couldn’t be the worst thing stumbling up the stairs. Ready-gone. Lights like that in stairwells in hurried nights…

It’s been a while. A lover Blue, a beckoning, an overdose, An accident, a seamstress. She always knew how to…

in My mustache, will I be shunned by You? Your lips, Your lips, Your lips, are My lips too! Problematic…