What I See

Why do you do this to me? I give you my heart and you pull away You don't talk unless it's about how bad your life is Don't you see what I see? You are funny and smart and really quite cute
Cherry

The Warmest Room

In the certain palace a peasant kneels and explains that the regent’s callous tithing is putting undue strain on local artists.

Review #1

Classic Dunthorne: a series of medium words vibrating lightly: a power-shower’s poor temperature control, a stopped golden pocket watch, a list of life ambitions with one item ticked.

Theology

This is not the dark intestine. The serpent split at the belly and we spilt into paradise, half-jellied, unspined:

Thoughts

my thoughts keep me alive, we two will always together survive, they come and go at random, confusing sometimes at tandom. we go to places and roam, we also love to at home,

The Burning Tears of Yeshua Ben Yusuf

The past.

Scrubbles

Scrubbles The things that back me are bulbous, the elder trees by the metro line the berries broken like a black bracelet, ants inside the door, each with their boots on,

I poo clouds

I poo clouds A milk bottle bubble of anxiety flobs up and makes fret with my solar plexus, my fingers on the desk horse cluck at the umbilical cord taught across the country.

Enter

maybe I was there.

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