Tag Archives: writing

First:
See all. Father, Mother, Son.
Homonymy of
weight and wait.

where my high school best friend piles tithed hearts
in the pixelated hallow of her hands. She ascends
offerings — flat tummy tea, knee-length modesty, steamed

fruit flies suffocate
after i slip
flimsy white plastic

I stare at the ceiling
fan spinning, lazy,
my legs still shaking.

First was Neurotic Fake Woke Sadboi – nobody came and he refused to sell me weed when I wouldn’t have terrible sex with him again.