Month: September 2024

  • I saw the Beauty, I saw the God in your Suffering.

  • entomologist

    in a childhood bug bookI keep dog-eared, water-stained hopesthe nighttime silhouettes heavinghands like bricks on my chestthe smell of pineapple rainwhen my wet face stuck to your t-shirt unfurl those back pagesI remember the best kisses likea battery on my tongueelectric, then the pastor forbade itor, the husband leaves 13 voicemailsif that was so good,…