Performing a warped masculinity en route to the Metro
Witness to the woman I am not
Pushing up onto its elbows, the fable lifts itself into fact
Nothing was ever itself only
Portrait with stiff upper lip
Anesthesia is a country you leave for America
A statement from no one, incorporated
Snowfall throws its pretty noise upon a weary sameness
How to keep it down/throw it off/defer until asleep
On being a grid one might go off of
Untitled (we aint even posed to be here)
Porch smoke: an implication in three acts
I wish I knew how it would feel
To every faggot who pulverized me for being a faggot
On life as an exercise in preparing to die
The leak in this old building
They speak of the body and one sits up straight
A victim dissolves into tears
