
My Morning Star,
I always thought you’d give me all the answers. And maybe you will, five or ten or fifteen years from now. Continue reading My Morning Star,
I always thought you’d give me all the answers. And maybe you will, five or ten or fifteen years from now. Continue reading My Morning Star,
I need to call a friend but / I fear they won’t answer after / The twelfth rung. Continue reading Rung
I started scraping / And kept scraping until the skin revealed more skin / And kept scraping to reveal more skin / And kept scraping / Continue reading Stupid Fruit
Did you think of them when you killed someone’s daughter / And awakened every parent’s fear? / When you killed the sacred deer? Continue reading The Killing of a Sacred Deer
Sometimes, I wonder where they go / No way could they have just vanished Continue reading Osmeña Boulevard with Jackson