This is how it went: the pilgrims, with their beige exoskeletons, six legs, antennae they travelled, they followed my misery, mistaking it for promised land, a place where they could be free and I learned the form of poetry in the exoskeleton, six legs, hourglass waist of a wasp on the windowsill I learned to […]
for Daisy and Gato . every homecoming prom high school graduation are photos picturing over the course of four years a mostly white, a little black cat growing up (over the course of four years) in the arms of his mother beside her high school sweetheart black suit & sequin-scaled dresses corsages, cut flowers, bouquets […]
A poem (feat. my fish)
It was going to happen eventually, I guess.
Another cryptic poem about fish.
I suppose this is what I meant to write all along.