your positivity is a ruse more lies to tell yourself in the chill of early morning and lonely nights dreading your $20 an hour job wearing a pasted-on smile beneath sad eyes darkening and puffy suffering with a grin – in constant competition with people who you never cross the mind of posting photos in…
Tag: Cycle
Breakfast Blend
i brewed a carafe of coffee french pressed and piping hot – i kept the top removed from the kettle then turned the corresponding dial on the electric stove – i leaned upon the venting unit and stared as the element changed – the sooty slate-like coloring erupted emerging from faded ruby to an angry…
Brother Julius
tell me brother julius of nights spent in the open beneath quilted darkness damp heat in the wee hours lost and ignored in a street lamp solar system how you wandered deep into desolate suburban wastes resting affluence of noctilucent methane clouds hanging cold on the edge of night satin sprawled amidst dead heaven how…
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