ny    The person I thought I knew must be the person I once trusted, til my bones rusted over

I like to spoon and eat toast. Most of my poems are works of fiction, but in response to the daily events and emotions of …

psyched in the beauty of emptiness // the book started but never finished // you are who you are. i am what i am.

New York    grow up, kid.

Non-binary   

NY    shit's changed