Tag Archives: Words

Feeling Bad About the Names We Gave

I know your suicide like the start of a drumroll, the smell of rotting stars in my pockets rolling around between fingers. The wind played the holes in your body…

Excavations

Whatever it was, I'd go first. You made me close my eyes and eat things out of your hand. There are stories where that's cute, but not when it's earthworms…

THE MOON ONLY RISES (After MEI YAO CHEN)

Night unfolds like a skein of silk. But its beauty brings me no relief. The stars are so far away, they can give no warmth or compassion. The moon feels…