Other people’s stories hold a certain glamour
that oft feels missing in ones own life...
From white
to white...
I wear two crowns: still a peasant.
Carefully decorated, cardboard with tin...
We live together though
we die separately...
I've always felt I was fire.
In certain circumstances I would burn...
Dewdrops
falling...
It's no secret to me,
I'll make your ears bleed with the sound of...
In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...
Homework is the worst
Option for no, isn't a thing...
You are sharing a revered space with spirits
who chant their somber and hungry lyrics...
Death I was before,
Now alive I lay on the fore...
Yesterday, I had a dream.
And in that dream...