Poetry
Munitions
I keep thinking there's gotta be some way to say something that you'd hear out loud but the nature of transmission is dismissive with too much abuse. Firing salvos of self-hate so the world can see it shine make a clean get-away and forget.
Sunshine
today in the car coming home a girl in the lane opposite held her phone like the sunbeams coming through the window seemed to become more musk than light padding softly across the keys painted nails swiftly ghosting letters into words the sense of longing thick in the lense of the air as everyone, …
i put the wrong envelope between the black foam divider in your sliding glass door it is always closed to me that inimitable barrier i had purchased you a new love with the money earned sewing steel and earth i thought you see the envelope contained receipts of color from a wholly different vendor …