He doesn’t like this. The way the stars feel in his hands. All cold and rotten, slimy, like the fish he ate for dinner. He wants to clean himself. He desires to see his skin again. Empty of the callouses of the constellations. Will it ever be home? Will he ever come apart at the […]
Tag: poetry
Morning blossom
I see you shadows congealing in the iris of your eyes which manifest so sublime even in the mist I see you even when you’re not okay even when you’re trying to be okay when you’re okay it’s okay to be okay I hope you know I see you. // Support my creative work? Donate […]
