as the squirrels chitter doom

i am reading camus and my sense of self seems disproportionate to the sense of myself others seem to feel entitled to i was sitting in the shade thinking, by the old oak with the squirrels that like to run across the back of the bench chittering profanities i saw my ex today i didn’t […]

deeply(shallow)

the river bed never sleeps yet settles for eroding the banks. that feels deeper than the shallows of my mind allows. as i sit and ponder the broken promises resting in the inky black.