It took 3000 tons of asphalt
to stamp out the long-residing...

You woke in the hospital and
for a second the world felt stable...

This decaying mezzanine
rusted and green...

in my town
a notorious philosopher sat on the wall...

I know animals are dumb
but when...

It wouldn’t be
the kind of magic you shoot...

the already
cramped space...

We shapeshift
like ephemeral metal...

Would it be justice
to declare...

we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity...

Fake descriptions of a life in tatters
clutter the hour...

was there ever a way
to mend the severance...