I clutch my pounamuWhen I enter this place Clinging to my mana as the staresRipple through ashen wavesOf facesBathed in blissful ignorance Faces that do not […]
pigeons poop from our power linescatch the Honda Civic, windows downvulnerablewe chuck jandalswith too-much-coffee-not-enough-Colgatesmiles, scare the neighbourswhose houses are markedby Chuck’s hanging with knotted laces what […]