I never ask my parents,
what was it like to punctuate a war?
My Mother’s Mother’s Mother —
The first time I pried a blade from your fist I told myself never again
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
“Eulogy: Tron Blue,” “You would’ve hated your funeral,” and “About Kam”
I miss church. Mostly for the performance.
You've got to shout for something.
PRINCE-TOUMS* FOR 1999: AUTOMATIC
A-U-T-O-matic as the might of a 17-year-old
/ Becomes reduced to hissing.
Attempt to Explain How Dysphoria Feels Using Ripley’s Believe It or Not
My eyes would trace / each scale.