Poetry

Last Time We Talked He may be luckyto have you,but somewhere out therethere’s somebodyjust as luckyto be rid of you. Re-gifting No timelike the presentto present yourselfto the world Tied […]

Once hated this song,though upon hearing it detached,out of context,and without desire, things look different from the other side.

You weren’t aroundto help me eat,so I had to go it alone. No one to push mebut myself. Using the fine Chinaloosening the beltbellying up to the tableand using the