October 3, 2018 | Poetry
please believe me
when i tell you this
when i tell you of the high concentration of uranium and thorium
October 1, 2018 | Poetry
Every book says I’ll miss this part.
Mary Alice Stewart
Ours was a world that devised its own sense.
I walk around the trailer park that has been dropped on top of a small hill like it’s just bird shit on a windshield. The boy with ‘Mama Tried’ tattooed underneath his eyes and ‘Country Fried’ inscribed above them got shot through the heart in the smallest trailer in Hogwaller.