It's hard to stand up again,
Little woman and no man...
Buried in pain!
Feeling such strain...
BREAKFAST BLOOD
By TC, August 2026...
Closed eyes and sealed mouths
numbed by the pregnant moonlight...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
There is a river I return to
not because it waits for me...
I memorized the pattern of your curls-
The slope of each individual one clinging to your...
“Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
And then I did it anyways...
I grieved the golden tinsel in my hair.
I had a sinus infection...