He is his own
Mother rising
In his sea
Of memory.
The goldfish
Of his childhood
Are gathered
Around him,
He recognizes
Them by name.
All his dreams
Are nautical now
But his temple
Is the sun.
MICRO
He is his own
Mother rising
In his sea
Of memory.
The goldfish
Of his childhood
Are gathered
Around him,
He recognizes
Them by name.
All his dreams
Are nautical now
But his temple
Is the sun.
POETRY
“according to science we are all made of / strings. this is a theory that i often test”
Trans Issue 2015
ESSAY
“One time I hear it, I’m wearing an LA Rams windbreaker, standing on a speedbump, doing something with my mouth.”
MICRO
An escape from daily pronouns.