death

I am as brittle as a pane of glassshuffling down the same streetcreaking like a scarecrow come aliveas I stoop …

You cling to my finger like a newborn.The same weight that clogged your engines and draggedyou down to drown now …

Wouldn’t it be fine to slide down the side of your sofa cushion in complete and utter silence, to get smaller …

Something about you broke my heart. Something subtle stung me in the way you moved around that pond in the brick …

The infinite shining sun of my childhood is where you sleep, our history fifteen years past, passed faster than can …

This teepee could be a circus tent home to paint lacquered clowns, off-duty, brutishly short, with square jaws and raw …

“My friend is dying dying in the next couple of days they took out almost all her liver but the …