Strange Sour
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Poetry
Someone at Waffle House Reminded Me of You
I wondered if it had something to do with the music...
Gavin Garza Will Have His Revenge On Fresno
The fires that swallow up the silent mountains are yours
The floods that drown the deserts and the valleys are yours
— Lingua Ignota
We Each Drove a Car with a Paper License Plate
maybe my car could spot yours
At a Nail Parlor, One Afternoon
tiny burrs stirred up— this velvety arousal
bitch doesn't even begin to quantify
an old friend is getting married
I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER HOW LITTLE I MATTER IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS.
sometimes I think I could live in these empty boxes, curl up, close the tab on the whole world,