disillusionment
excited by the sound of crickets, i rush outside to recognize a car alarm, two blocks down. in the silence that follows, the memory of cricket-sound reveals itself as a yet more distant car alarm.
excited by the sound of crickets, i rush outside to recognize a car alarm, two blocks down. in the silence that follows, the memory of cricket-sound reveals itself as a yet more distant car alarm.
if you’re awake now, look west, and let your mouth make the shape of the moon
resentment nurtured to the realm of art, though dazzling, doesn’t fail to choke the heart
your family tree is neither straight nor tall the branches twist and sideways reach but the roots go deep, through sewer and hidden seam impervious to rot
it’s not the spring sun that cracks the trees’ bark, but the new growth from within