Monthly Archives: August 2017

How We Go

  I’ve never been fond of uncertainty, Despite my dedication to Marking up anything crystal clear, A frightened octopus making ink clouds To forge signatures with. I kneel and pray, “Who’s in charge up there, I would like to speak … Continue reading

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Avocado, Pt. 2

Heart of stone, Scarred where the knife Hit its mark. My finger, Bleeding from when It missed.

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Avocado, Pt 1.

  The feel of your skin Resisting my knife Delights me. Avocado, It means you are not too soft Inside.

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