“Give me cigarette burns.

Garments with old songs in their memory,

Sweat through from mosh pits

And blurry nights swinging hips in a hazy club,

I want to raise a collection of stories in textile color.”


My Own Time:

“The free caffeine I nabbed to speed me

I grabbed from Peets so freely,

It pleased me, breezing from knee deep to key’s sheen.

And it all unlocks.”