Poems from row one
when i die i want to come back as a dog.
i want to come into this earth as a minuscule being, crammed in tight quarters, unsure of what...
as heat envelops my small body,
and the earth disappears from view,
i have to wonder what i did
to deserve this debut.
alone, my metal...
my car smells like dead flowers
that you got for me
it's not that i didn't appreciate them
i just didn't have a vase
i threw them away...
It's been a while, hasn't it?
My life has felt a bit empty since you haven't been around.
It's hard, but I try my best.
Some days are...
the air redolent of childhood
nostalgia hits like a freight train,
my chest feels like it's being pulled
tighter
tighter
tighter.
memories...