The Sum of My Parts

people always make it sound like you figure things out early that’s it’s all simple that it all falls in place that it gets easier when you near 30. i’m still a mess a lone tetromino falling through the cruel vacuous infiniteness of space spinning out of control. a bulge of scattered wood blocks strewn…

Measuring Up

your blood rushes magmatic vascular filaments ignited ‘neath less than two millimeters of flesh – confidence betrays you eyes lowered a subtle act of humility submission – so close you can smell it taste it flit it with an eager tongue – rigid protrusion of inadequacy prodding your flaccid ego penetrating your self-image sowing fertile…