Are you okay but the question comes at you from a distance, time-lagged down a tunnel in a language you remember you used to know...
Tag: poem
We tend to inertia.
We tend to inertia, a curious feature in a species so dedicated to evolution; personal and political, spiritual and sociological...
An old poem.
mild trigger warning - some references to self-harm I'm working on my autobiography. I've finished it, in that I've written something that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I'm now starting on the edits and it's proving to be a challenge. All flashbacks and ugly feelings and acting out when I'm done. I …
benefits
"when we fucked for the first time it was glorious though i still can’t decide, upon reflection, whether it was the execution or the alcohol..."
there’s a hole in my bucket
"there's a hold in my particular bucket that can't be filled with mud or straw, though that would be a handy solution..."
the ball
"i walk down the hall and don’t see the world around me,
don’t notice the pictures on the wall,
pay no attention to the creaks my footfalls engender as i pass over sagging bits of floor..."
