You drove my car the way I imagined you would
On the 5 smoking a pack of cigarettes
I complained about the educational system
And you reminded me of all the ways
***** ****** up
So I promptly fell in love with you
stuck in traffic behind a big, white truck
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Cries of suffering once distant are now—
Now what? Proximity should make
no difference
And yet
When an animal suffers by
existing it is the natural order of
humans.
I at times wonder,
what should we call the mess we’ve
made? Labels feign importance
A category is a hierarchy
A tyrant is nothing without
Fear and prey
Prey, fear, repeat.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Fingertips holding
The cigarettes we used to
share
A time when whiskey
dwelled on your breath
you’d turn
***** eyed, tender,
And say
Are you ready
to go home?
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC