Perfect Truth

  I do not want to come to Brooklyn even though I miss you I am harmed by sadness a depression you can’t shake I am harmed by moods from another world I am bothered by the smell of mom on you Taken aback by my father on your arms   I love you as... Continue Reading →

False Alarm

I am without bare feet Tormented by the banging of drums crazy, as if I’ve lost a child with the sign of blood as if anything that would have sprouted melted into red wax. crazy it never found a home a dry crack in my throat, swallowing tears. today both you and I were strangers.... Continue Reading →

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