Smoke ‘Em if You Got ‘Em
I wake up, go outside, and light one up. I watch the paper burn; it turns from orange to gray ash. I inhale and attempt to think about "the good…
Poems
Once You Pull Up the Floorboards It’s Over
I feel like a big, fancy mansion with talls walls and Immense windows. Everything looks immaculate from afar. People enter and visit and comment on different things: Its warmth. Its…
Pondering Your Exit
Inferiority Complexes are wonderful. What did I do? What did I do? To push you away. Am I that ugly? Did you find out how I used to sit in…