Reality is unbending over my eyelids. The tides tattoo my ankles and I close my eyes on the highway so they can take the wheel from the tremors of my grasp and carry me home. My recklessness is a child I hold by the hand and lead through the thinning aisles of the grocery store. […]
Coming of Age
Oh, if only we had knownhow soon the oceans would turn to foam,dried seabed wisping into dust;we become it, it becomes us. A friendship like ours appeared so realbut its imprints could never harden to steelaround the words we once had sworn.My hair once let long, now freshly shornwith an old ax of yours, brandished […]