They awaken and glare at the ceiling,Which is veiled in stripes of light from the curtained windowsAnd the chatter of dark-eyed juncosTrilling and pecking at the frost-painted grass outside.Exhausted, they climb out of their sunken mattressAnd return to the realm of the living, unwillingly,They sift through life’s seabed, looking for self-worth,A gentle mind, and a … Continue reading Morning

Baton Rouge

I drive home breathless, humidity in my faceas the golden streetlights meet the traffic lights, car brightsgas station prices and restaurant signs,the engine of my Honda growls,someone’s music in the car next to me ismaking the asphalt beneath me shudder,and I’m playing Ivy by Frank Ocean, andI thought that I was dreaming when you said … Continue reading Baton Rouge


the mattresses are on the carpet in the room with no windows.i sit facing the fan to stifle the heat,which is pouring sweatonto my freckles.sometimes a card is blown awayand i run to get it so we can keep playing go fish.there's a crack behind me, followed by a shatter and clinking.the window in my … Continue reading katrina