within the modern human of me
lives the innocent indigenous

within the indigenous
the modern

inside and outside
there is no difference

my heart my silence
humility sing

i am equal in importance
to a stone to a mountain top
to a grain of dust

no greater, not less than

I might’ve inhaled her scent
when we were making our
soon to be last goodbyes

Her scent filled my lungs
So I held my breath
and counted to ten

Countless tens,
I lost track

Suffocated,
I inhaled the smoke

Broken,
I buried what she felt like

Abandoned,
I exhaled her out of me

When breathing felt
the same as drowning—

and I’ve drowned myself once

—I gasped for her scent
with each breath I took

use your pillow
as a veil,
the way a river
uses the soil.

and when the thrill
of being alone
subsided with the tides,
you will see...

irresponsibility
you are dear to me


you are why i dont mind sleeping in the back seat
of my car
in early march

the parents of indifference and anxiety
have taught
apathy
it has been instilled in me

emily doesn’t like my box of coins i bring everywhere

i dont think she likes my antics
i dont think she finds them endearing

but it has been instilled in me
irresponsibility