Kill each other over our religions    end other lives for what we believe    we've taken men      hung them right up there    for the color of their skin    right up in our tree  ...

Someone heard the explosionor maybe it was the sky cracking its own skull open.The air twitches.The ground gnaws.Everything vibrates like a nerve that refuses anesthesia. The glass on the floor is no longer glass.It is a swarm of mouths,crooked, trembling,chewing...

je crois en toiThat you FatherWill end the WinterIn six more weeksBecause I am already gettingTired of the WinterWe had 15- 20 centimeters of snowAnd also it is hard for me to walkOn the sidewalkBecause it hasn't been shovel...

The butterflies dance lazily through the weeds Afternoon shines gold over the florets These moments are the only break From the grinding teeth of the machine    The patch of weeds I tend Surrounded by over-shaven lawns Dead lifeless lawns Dead restless people  Driving round Staring at their phones Searching...

Skin Hunger is a real thing — look it up. Our bodies keep a ledger of all the lips not kissed, of backs that go untouched and past a certain point the ledger expects a payment.Cortisol up,anxiety up, heart rate...