• Mark


From 2013

pain. context and ageist loss.

family. the fear, as someone i love is alone, mortality dripped out in retiring bold font...rythmic. i may be a terrible person. the best i can say is i swear i want us to all be.

sitting in the dark, tragedy after another.

my son, warm against me. please, universe, god, whatever that demon is that brings that warm spring social.

i don't remember sleep.

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