but now it’s the end
bat your fingers bite your lashes
crack a bat in a fur hat
let the flowers grow into the deep below
oh, would you forget me now?
Have I told you?
that you are the purple in me
intent
and clearly formulated
a spineless laugh
breathe, keep breathing
(published in issue 51 of CMYK)
drying up in conversation
you fell in two
patterns written in the dark
picked over by the worms
and weird fishes
never was there ever a girl so pretty
I don’t know which way is up
Broken Home of Convention 