We packed our belongings in burlap sacks,
We marched onward with no sense of direction,
Your deep brown eyes pierced through my skin,
You built a home inside me like an infection,
"Where are we going?"
"No, I mean where are we going, going?"
"No. We are not doing this again."
"Everything seems so empty."
"Because most people don't take the subway at...
“So, I got your letter.”
“And I don’t see why you couldn’t just email”
“I like to support the postmen. And envelope makers.”
“How very noble”
“Anyway what did you think about the...
There once was an old woman with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out on their merry way.
The first that went off met a man with a bundle of...
a little creation myth idea i had about outsiders
somewhere, there are shapes
being forged by angels in the night
shapes that once lit up the dark
brought unknown things to light.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. A little nervous granted.”
“But good. Yeah. I feel ready.”
“That’s great. Honestly. I’m so happy to hear that.”
“No it…it doesn’t...
The gray sky wept the last tears of a long bout of crying so that the drops came slow, small and steady. It was awful being soaked through and the red clay of the road compounded...