This is bad
When was it,exactly,that I started believing people could beGoodagain? Was it after thefifth beer? Or after that shot ofwhatever the fuck? Or maybe it wassome other event,conversation,occurrence,marked by human interaction,rather thanostracized gulpsof self-prescribed medication. Well,it was definitely before I returned homealone. We are all here.Sharing this life,this time,this place. But the truth iswe are all […]
Church with Mother
the point of your earringdriven by your polished nailsthrough your sunday skirtand into your pale thighdistracts you from the painyou really feelin an attempt to keepyour eyes dry
A bad prediction
Her fiancé has landed in Tel-Aviv,I gather from her side of the conversation(the only audible sideas it has so often been)with Patrick over the phone.News of riots in Jerusalemigniting fanciful thoughts of the worst.Who can blame her?She made her way across the worldto see cruelty lurking in the corners,bruises left by racist fists upondear friends […]
