Pinnedwritingpress the words in the window where anyone can read without knocking you out cold.Jan 2, 20221Jan 2, 20221
Pinnedthe things to writei hate the things to write about. a hostage. a gun. a donut a long line for donuts. a gun. yesterday a man followed me six blocks…Jan 16, 20221Jan 16, 20221
pusha slightly better story i promise you, is on the next page of this book you haven’t bought yet. somewhere in the clouds there is a…5d ago5d ago
waking upi take a broken shot at morning. her sunrise skims my mood, a double-dare of brightness, reset the clock, then find some food.Mar 15Mar 15
neverwe never agreed to be quiet to let you glue our lips you’ll learn, in time, how strong we are— knock your tower with our hipsMar 3Mar 3
hungryi’m begging you for some sleep to get some sleep, you a tired night around the earth your eyes as long as this story what failings…Feb 20Feb 20
neverwhen they try to erase you i will draw you closer, in the most permanent pen, i will see you twice as hard, i will love you right thru…Feb 14Feb 14
seewho you see when you close your eyes what sun rises, or sets a broken set of science sits locked in a pantry with the good china, things…Feb 11Feb 11
rebellion’s clothesmorning hits like a fist and i know you hope i forgot about yesterday. or, eight years gone, when i cried — i asked you for help i warned…Feb 61Feb 61
on the other sidei’m looking under rocks now. rocks. to find the words that fit while you look through me to your fireworks, while you look through me…Feb 6Feb 6
