Poem About A Fictional Story I Told My Girlfriend
For Ifeoluwa
Poetry
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
Palingenesis
on the platform / he stands to be / reckoned with
Ryan Texts Me
Not as in the vowels. /
I don’t think they know about those.
Ten Easy Steps to Creating Your Own Religion, Being Your Own God, and Staying a Step Ahead of AI
ChatGPT will write these steps anyway.