on rainy days in the cold sitting in a gas station parking lot as the wipers sway back and forth a hypnotic rhythm that explains exactly why poets walk into the ocean with rocks in the pockets and tears in their eyes there is an unbearable heaviness when you strip the masks off to spread […]

there is a daisy in a dented coffee can on the windowsill over the sink a spadeful of soil with the flaccid flower leaning against the window as if homesick for a home it never knew while i whisper soft secrets in life giving breath only for the dejected plant to wilt even worse perhaps […]