1001 New Jersey Nights
Can you be nostalgic for a time you weren’t alive?
JAKE
Red gate and horse shit
We don’t make
eye contact.
An Obtuse Angle
Back then you did not complain to the authorities about math teacher phallic indiscretions.
Hacking Back
we stand in alleys trading blood
for a signal, for an upload, hands raw
Poem About A Fictional Story I Told My Girlfriend
For Ifeoluwa
One Too Many
God. Bless. Lana.
Something Real
Warning: Sexual Content