ROOT HOG or DIE
I got it in the mail one morning,
there was no return address–
just my name in gold leaf on the front.
There was no time or location, 339 more words
11 months, 2 weeks ago
Now I notice the streetlamp’s hum,
the ghosts of graffiti they couldn’t quite erase,
the blank-faced stares on the subway
as people go home.
The parks lay empty like my unmade bed, 204 more words
11 months, 3 weeks ago