1.Rest in Pieces 5:48pm, Wednesday, late April. The sun is only blinding me a little bit while I cruise along Welch St. at 20mph, windows rolled…… Read more “Three Slices”
the gaping maw of unimaginable void
She reaches up with twisted hands / And wicked claws, glinting sharply.
I’m 6 years old
Did I entreat the / Waning moon or wicked wave to / Bury me underneath darkness?
Little fragments of memory scattered all around; / Pieces of me and of you and you and you…