the moon mirrors the pallor on my face and i sit here retching songs into stone for you

from lovers lips a love is lost then found again

this is about the clouds and stars in that space where they say your brain is supposed to be

tap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019

honeymoon phase galore

volcano brain

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

i can feel it all begin to fade ﾟ☆ [circa late 2020]

this is about sleep deprivation and crying