Parading

My dissent is cheer

Remember how we used to wonder rather than know? We, wasted

but only knows


What would a better me paint? There is no

I live in a world in which rain falls on the bridge at noon. In which loneliness is never lonely for company.

I am a glorifier, not very high up

October humidity

Best not to look away.

Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side,

i place the light