The Treason of Gravity
My happiness goes open-source
amid an apocalypse of baseball games.…
My happiness goes open-source
amid an apocalypse of baseball games.…
End of autumn
skinned kneecaps
chasing the dragonflies trying
to take victory laps…
we seek, the bloom we dream about, the blowtorch
turned blue, ready to burn us whole again.…
Divorce coming like a war I can’t afford,
bud and I ride our bike down
to the reservoir.…