There is more to this misery
Alive another day...

It's hard to
give...

Stop writing poems after your eyes swim
in him. You can't keep living like this, sinking...

what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...

I've been dead for years
then she leaned against my back...

I thought confiding in you would be the cure of...
now the only comfort I have is kidnapping words...

I used to take ambiguity
out of my darkest closet...

When the white man
hears accusations of "privilege...

I don't know how to process
the twists and turns of...

When we first meet, it might be in an ordinary...
a place that does not harbor superiority or...

Where are you, old friend?
When I grew up here, I was a child. Five years old...

Have I mentioned lately how I hate being reminded...
Is it so wrong to wish for someone to decide for...