Corona

Corona

everything is stillbut also moving-vibrating in placewith fearand productivityand anxiety wearing a mask. I hearthe sound of lawnmowers,of children laughing,dogs barking,and everyone is home.it could almost be a holiday,if you closed your eyesand wished really hard....
mourn the dead

mourn the dead

if my life is a movieas i walk down the hospital hallsthe music should fadeto that weird non-silence,that deafening, low vibrato of nothing. it reverberates through my brain[even though it doesn’t exist.] the sun is shiningas it rainsand the puddles splash...
bury her

bury her

I’m doing my best, but very rarely does that satisfy me.I still have this picture in my head,This idea,Of the uber-cici, the ultimate me,Who can do all the things all the time and never slow,Never stop.This is very problematic and unrealistic,I’m aware,But...