i am dizzy and lightheaded still half in a dream
Often, I mistake streetlights for the moon/even when they blink.
Came to think of that crack as a canyon, and made a bed in its lack.
I know to consider/the potential for prophecy when giving a name.
Addie Tsai on Caili Quan’s Love Letter.
Trinity Jones on Davon Loeb’s book, “The In-Betweens.”
have you ever seen a child embrace death/so rapidly it would put whole armies to shame?
He was only nineteen and there were multiple mouths to feed. It didn’t seem to matter which direction he turned— in China, they all felt like dead ends.
I never liked crabs, those that stroll the beach armoured
Under barbed wire fences of private / properties, taking shortcuts through secret / dirt bike tracks behind local Baptist Church