MILES SHOWED ME HIS TRUMPET
Miles Davis lived around the block from me / deep in the upper west side of Manhattan island.
Poetry
Meet & Greet with Zaphod Beeblebrox
seven galaxies over —they are interstellar / radio savvy, in the very least. And yeah, / they’ve been in contact for about two years,
Travel Tip #3: Antarctica & Growth
Not just a memory, but / an invisible & teeming / with life magnetic field,
The Sea Cannot Turn to Stone
CW: Sexual Violence
When You're In Love With a Poet
Wind bristles my bones as I shiver through our vacant city.
My mum sends all her texts as blocks
as if she’s speaking to you directly
Cry-baby
Have you ever held Death’s hand? I have. I have pulled it to my cheek and told it to slap. Stupid girl, brilliant bones. Feel it. Feel it!