Never Meet Your Heroes
I was a bit iffy
Poetry
Self-Awareness
I’ve recently taken to writing down my thoughts
The New York Times’s New “Thirty Six Questions that Lead to Love”
Are we in love yet?
a million gods would kill for this job
& the world rushed into existence
Modern Poetry
The moon.
Late One Night
I rolled out of bed, slowly /
Crawled across a potato /
chip ridden carpet,
The Pig Died
Who would say this?