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CLUTCH (dry, deep, like he’s narrating a sad Eastern European indie film about loyalty and cheese): I am Clutch. Warrior. Philosopher. Good boy. Back legs? Retired. Not gone—just on break. I slide...
I thought I found my sisternot by blood,but by bond—one of those once-in-a-lifetimeride-or-die“if the world burns, we’ll roast marshmallows together”kind of friendships. She said she loved me.Said I was family.Said she saw me,like really saw me,in...
I’ve always been the new kidin a school that never lets out.Thirty years late to the lunchroomstill clutching a tray of awkward silenceand a carton of “please like me.” I sit alone,not because...
They whisper against me,a ghost-touch, a hush in the dark,woven in secrets, spun in silence,sliding smooth over every sharp edge. They cinch tight, hold me together,keep the world from slipping throughthe cracks in...
I came with the wrong instructions. Box said “boy,”But when I opened it up—Nothing fit right.Like a DIY nightmare from IKEA,Missing half the piecesAnd no Allen wrench in sight. So I built myself...
Oh, look at them— The ruling class in their bespoke suits,Lounging on thrones made of our unpaid overtime,Sipping champagne like it’s holy water,As if their greed is a sacrament.Blessed are the billionaires,For they...
I met you on the edge of five, Your mom said you were a scientist, An inventor, a mind alive. And she wasn’t lying. So I brought you a young scientist kit— Amazon...
Just someone who writes poems and stories, trying to make sense of things one word at a time.
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Just someone who writes poems and stories, trying to make sense of things one word at a time.