understand – a poet's confessional

security blanket

i am so used to have these little words tucked away in the dark in the dark where no one could see them, where i couldn’t be exposed and laid open they were a personal reflection when i needed them i am not sure why i decided to turn on the light in that darkContinue reading “security blanket”

a treatise on such indelicate things

there is such shame in my pleasure where i cannot reconcile one and the other where i become a philosopher of centuries past, trying to connect, try to make one the same where i try to justify such things i look, i stare, i try to understand but there is no one in the sameContinue reading “a treatise on such indelicate things”