Identity
The social construct
Feral selves
Seeking home
Community and quarter
Hide that sore thumb, kid.
–7/21/25
Category: poem
Head in hands
It’s so comforting
The darkness
The warm skin
Hold the cracked thing together
While I write poems.
–7/11/25
I’ve noticed
When some celeb dies
I first think,
“Another
“One who’s managed to escape
“These terrible times.”
–7/24/25
These strings are
D’addarios.
They’re pulled tight
They shine bright
Stretch from the bridge to the nut
Sing sweet when they’re struck.
–7/10/25
America
Has swollen ankles.
Orange bronzer
Covers sins
No unblended foundation
Can ever deny.
–7/18/25
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