Updated: Jan 25, 2019
this is a lie
we struggled against
the terse phrasing
of mark strand
i wanted to be the subject
of your work
and other new york
bullshit
one of these trains should go to the desert
six birds fly the form of freckles near your mouth i knew that you were the face of god that the sky was there for reading
god told me to get a haircut i was looking for my haiku about winter i dream i am already at work between the cars of the train a single...
i want to taste the female flavoring in your skin in your mouth to begin writing place the tip of the pencil at the top left corner of...
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