bad pony

So as not to invoke a thing’s name I check my empty mailbox, hoping for the letter I sent. I touch my lover’s hair as I would have my own...

hex like morning your dew on the bedsheets my flesh blooms peonies hex me unrecognizable, invisible even to a lover I will disappear...

Transmutation Last night I drank a bottle of High Life and I wasn't feeling it. I'm still not feeling it while I cycle through cop shows...