Spirit

The physiological readiness
for paths we are not only not ushered
to but for paths that we are forbidden.

Dexterity of our thumbs, given noRead More »

On Patience, Pt. 2

I want to survive so bad
that I could take a pill that takes
away desire to live if it
would give me the strength to get by.

And perhaps I shall.

But I only know of one of those,Read More »

I remember drowning
in waves,

how God knelt upon the sea
and placed a gift behind me,

and my anxiety,

of what was inside and whether
it could keep me alive,

but I did not want
to squeeze the package.Read More »

On rare occasion,
I wave tasty topic
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Her scent entices

I’d risk chill for first tender

fragrant breeze of March

(feat. in The Lanthorn)

I tried to wine, dine, and dance
after holding your rough hands,
closing my eyes,
slaying grace.