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Sad Gay Poetry
i’ve fucked the Confidence Man for confidence
The Fruit Fly is In A Sentimental Mood
After Morgan dipped out, the fruit fly moved into my apartment in Columbia Heights D.C. to live with me.
Screaming at Bugs on the Campaign Trail 2024
I lord over an ant hill, standing as solid and planted as an eighty-foot marble statue of God himself.
La La Vetala
I first saw her at the stoplights by the cemetery. She was staring from the greyhound like a fine porcelain relic. Past and future choking in her silt-brown eyes, fell out of them just like a river.
mediocrity
waking up,
I see demons
licking my toes