We – A month I neglected tolook atyou –you begged me –like without my eyesyou don’texist. You’re dressedin blackT-shirt, jeans,broad shouldersfill out your leather jacket. You look un-ironed Your hipsslim slippedinto black jeanswith white knees faded. Your stomach – guarded.Below your sternum:A soldier wound –A gaping – blownapart, cavernous hole. I know it exists. SeenContinue reading “Soldier”
Can we just have sex ?Let me – leave these mad men behind –I’m so tired of men that drive me mad in circles. Like mad dogs, barking, running around, chasing their tail,digging holes in the gardenAll for noreason.