saying nothing is nothing is nothing is nothing, trying never to say your name, and learning patience as a metaphor for waste
Wednesday
never stay in one place long enough for your demons to find you
Friday
the trees are wintered and the sky has thickened down to the tops of hills. i am riding recklessly on slick cement slopes hoping for a car or maybe the end of the road.
Tuesday
trying to get to know me is like asking questions on a postcard
