When I Wrote you That note? your grandpa had just died; you were destroyed. you didn’t want to see me then. that’s when i knew, but  i still hand-wrote you that note -anyway in purple ink. it was an extended list of compliments. [you could never take a compliment] “your singing voice and how badly you want to make something with your hands” “how the … Continue reading remember

tightly woven

he’s got these women he weaves in and out like shift work. never touching, always brushing forces Uncommunicably; filling the gaps his miserable lonliness awake he can’t bare to face. son of god, trapped on that fabricated temple of entertainment, never wanting to be bothered on your time. says it’s easier to fall asleep with a body nearby, be it special or unimpressive. spits out … Continue reading tightly woven