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what was always wanted was to not ask what to have something said once against the milk of understanding that the earth knows from the sun the seasons from death the way that even here in the comfort of this home assembled from years of the promise of more you will leave to the puddle … Continue reading


blooming beams beauty until we think that eventually it too will suffocate the space and have no where to stretch except onto itself consuming the limbs that once gave it reach to you in hopes of help from this eventual devastation   spring begins again without a bounce * when i have nothing left to lose … Continue reading

Goodbye skin

I was born out of alcohol and from it too and now I drink to my parents and the drinks they gave me that made me grow up only to drink something better than milk, unless the milk is combined with brandy – a slurry that is as spoiled as a boy who is nursed … Continue reading