Month: January 2024

  • Nobody knows what you must do

    Nobody knows what you must doNot even the dogs who settle for crumbs know what you must doSome benefit from your loss, Others are left behind teddy bears One cracks the edge of a wine glass with their teethAnother plucks a lit cigarette from the mouth of an exileOne pilgrimages to graves to arrange their…

  • A wound will always seem to find you, an answer is coming.

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    My princes, My boyhood friends, Do you still remember the sun sickness in the pit of our empty stomachs? The frozen vegetables cooling our wounds, while we watched the final summer sunsets outline our tree house kingdoms shadowing bruised hips with a kiss of the headache cool water fountain bubbling across our squinting. The crown…