Not sure what else to say except it was too much, couldn’t be the tough everyone wanted, no blood coursing through my veins like humans tinkered together by He Who Shall Not Be Named, the same ones who called
I’ll be answering to myself while I look for him, he who left the premises so long ago, but now when I stand inside the parking lot scanning roofs to
To tell the truth, bleeding has never gone over big in my family; golems are of a more solitary silicone nature, but then there’s the human spigot running full blast
All shadows in the world are screams and like stones plopped in water, they form consecutive rings, each one becoming wider than the next until it’s hard to hear anything
I got dealt the right hand, but didn’t know what was left of me. Stepping on broken glass, a breeze cried out and hopped over to the parking lot, for
My heart was in the right place, grown children in the bloodlines of my inner space, a practicum for laboring over my cheese and cracker man whose birth I toasted