The things I hold feel selfish unimportant not really worth explaining to anyone but even when I try, it’s hard enough that I still expect tears and wait for release or some compulsion to get it out of my system with words or breakdowns or art anything but this alien resilience this strange capacity to […]

I(nd)ian Summer

I’m sinking my hands again in dirt that wasn’t purchased or enriched and it’s strange to think that I won’t see dirt on your hands again or meet you outside where you could bring the dog so that she would feel included. and I won’t walk you home again or loan you jackets when you’re […]