I grew up staring starry-eyed at t
of healthier men walking out of do
head held high while I kept their
It wasn’t something to really envy
and a fine nights sleep. No family

I was Marcus Arelius in love.
Eh rm, except with a woman.
I was an excited spark in flight,
Ah hmm, albeit alone.
My want is mine own, young und old

Fire and Water
sensations
rinses and rises
as a dutiful procedure.
Felt within,

Others in landscapes, perennial dr
caressed by conscious and turbulen
Oh that it may how I wish it were
sailing amidst my turbulent sea.
An unconscious mast imposing above

I’m hesitant,
a little anxious and
KINDA NERVOUS.
I haven’t talked to anybody
at all this week

I swear if I have to read
one more poem
of someone cutting themselves
I’m going to cut myself.
Really deep.

Everything is a reaction
to everything.
This sentence is a reaction
to the last.
The periods at the end are all rea

There it is again,
that weird, translucent
awareness suddenly felt when
sitting directly opposite from som
in a small, non-intimate room.

Menacing clouds break thunder
with three snaps, and
the clock down the hall
strikes three chords
in the hallowed night.

French Vanilla,
a sweet taste
I haven’t had in a while.
Came back suddenly
when I stared too intently