This is what I am , I think as I begin to put words to pattern. That I , that has caused so many problems and so little solutions. Wishing I could just carve it out of paper mache set it aflame and let the blame be on oxygen.  We are just poems, in [...]

I have become a pornstar who doesnt fuck
A writer who never writes
a sponge who never squezes
and here I am, in drought
lost down south in an American nightmare
my stomach knots
and reminds me of oak trees
in a fog of white noise
my palms are sweaty
and my head, anxois
shoulders tense
and I am forgotten
as is the smirk
i tried to remind [...]