clinging to worth a vine narrowly chokes me with doubt about what happened when I left myself out in the rain When I lay on a bench...

I stare at the coffee stained napkin, a second hand spoon and a pen resting on the brown liquid spatters The news program hums Shots,...

Concrete pours over Her mind, her body, my soul. We are arrested in every me too. Have you been yelled into a corner until you cry? Me...