Category: thoughts

i don’t know how to

i don’t know how to
be a proper human, i make
little notes on how

to conduct myself, scratch out
wins, circle losses with a

bruised marker, i catch
myself staring at myself,
there’s no turning back

remember i told

remember i told
you there is only zen when
you stop searching – it’s

more like a leaning into the
wind to stay still, for a moment

summer catches on

slice me a sliver

in layered time, we

mom and dad vowed to

mom and dad vowed to
tighten up any loosened
screws before bed each
night so that we would
have another
chance by morning,
not be defenseless

one rarely feels