some day is different from someday. I don’t know how. Both are just as abstract, deferring responsibility . I will do better tomorrow I will love you better some day, someday when I no longer want to . I did not cram for my biology exam thoughts escaped me like particles through protein channels, passive […]
Yesterday, we brought a man back from the dead. What follows is always a collection of poetry.
I could use some chicken noodle soup right now, but this is the best I can do without a stove.
Because I love her hands clasped, compressions on his chest counting to thirty under my breath as my partner cut through the fabric of his buttoned shirt thirteen year old told me last week “I want to die every single day!” and I thought immediately, I want to die every other day life is […]
Temer, I meant to tell you dead bodies aren’t that bad
I am slowly putting my thoughts down in prose again.