My mind is a million miles away fr… How’d I get all the way over here… Is there a train going back? Can I get back by 6am tomorrow mo… I gotta be in the icu,
We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
First thought not about ethnicity, but rather, that someone could exist between identities, but society is constantly rejectin… Identity is spiky, it’s painful,
The waves crash over the barnacle… Crabs and small fish tangle in a b… The air and water meld as one cont… Each are in pursuit of their own m… Birds hover over the seemingly una…
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
I cry alone cuse I don’t want you seeing me in… I’m addicted to this face of a Ma… and all the masculinity we taught… Rewriting the pain of war and brok…
Thunder rips dreams from sleep. The fitful heave themselves upon t… Lightening sears all eyelids open. The fitful heave themselves upon t… The voluminous sweat from the back…
If a demon appeared at my window I would laugh and say what world are you trying to find and who are you looking for, me are you looking for me?
I feel as though I’ve landed on a beach, as an invading, occupying force. Only to find the land
I am claustrophobic, mountains are liberating, of my humble human anxiety. Bodies of water seem provocative, with their two-dimensional facade,
Within the dead of those we choose… lies a truth forever gone. Within the dead of those we choose… choose to hate, or never cared enough to know
I lock the door, to keep out the demons. They come in, when I’m sleeping. My brain——- wide open.
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
I hate that you smoke I despise that we choke on our desperate attempts for irrational contempt my best efforts remote
Darkness waxed, first encounter with the new moon… su spilling from my mind, whispering ancestor sight. I waited for death,
