Would you let me stay? If breathing were thoughts And I’m that ticklish patch of breeze That travels from the northern winds of your hair..
I – a bud – opened to absorb unknown pollen flowing in strange water that rippled as it came, like a spring dancing into..
gospel of smoke or a new translation of godhood “sometimes i light god as a cigarette & watch him burn to see how long deity..
It’s like you lived in her shadows Or her blood vessels. You got her a loss, A loss she named ‘imaginary’ yet alive in gloss...
1 I am the earth, my sleeves are my hands, my eyes are needles. In another eyes, I am a bird, a bird’s song in..
