when you’re not here
I wait till the monsters are
totally drunk, climb into bed
with gentler foxes. 

you are that buildup
the glowing red,
and the poem i cannot end. 

stay creative
stay hungry
stay in the moment

shout out to Christiana for recharging my creative spirit.
get ready for a lot more of moi 

Waking up this morning
I felt exposed
in my childhood house
of skin, wiping
the glitter crust
from my eyes like someone
who has lost sight of home. 

In the city I rise
and creep through like the smoke
of disaster, untouched by anyone.

It’s like god doesn’t want me
to sleep at night. 

Inside of me
are bird sounds and the constant
shifting of tectonic plates.

I am an ache,
as thin as my body
and as tall as the sky.