Zero
(( Two wrinkled pieces paper glued on the notebook’s sites))
To the non-existence:
The gravitational gap between my thighs
is making it hard to walk.
My body is just about built up lies
Snapping bones like chalk.
Life’s made of excusing goals
importance is somewhere else.
I’m filled up with weighty ghouls
terrible things they tell.
Peeling off…[Read more]