In my head All the time Relentless Tieing me down In my room Now and forever on repeat It won't leave me I reject those who help me I'm ashamed: You think me weak It's lasting then Did I mention It destroys me All of the time…

Time was when I used to see you hiding Your face so clear amongst the crowd Time was I could sense you in the same room As if you'd called my name out loud Don't kid yourself, you've not got ESP Your face so clear amongst the crowd I'd…

DISTINCTION after INTIMACY by Ada Limón I detected in Almanac of the Dead, a clear, severe irony erupt between the limited author and a boundless conceit— the way whiteness codifies a lack of differences, of detailed vision…

wind is not the air it moves