Quantum Theory as Third Person Bio.
This bitch has wings.
Poetry
Red gate and horse shit
We don’t make
eye contact.
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
Hollow Bones
If I was sad enough, I would go out to get eaten. Do you know what I mean?
Waspmobile
There is a wasp nest under the hood of my car. I do not know this yet.
Stellar Jay
The people were looking askance at the wind