we know
the steam that I would blow with snark, i’m saving up for love poems to you
the steam that I would blow with snark, i’m saving up for love poems to you
winter deepens. it’s true: my favorite song was written to sell records.
the best horse runs at the shadow of the whip. mid- autumn: ouch. ouch. ouch.
if you haven’t held a wrong view, i don’t trust you. but let’s hug, and talk.
“they gave their lives” is a phrase we shouldn’t forget. how will you give yours?