If I am Worth the Work

Your existence hurts me There is pain in your breath And my steps Retreat. Retreat into before I don’t need this or you or y’all no more But I’ll take ya lessons and make use for them like an expired bouquet dried flowers that hang somewhere aside my memories like practical postcards Pretty, but purposeful…

Notes from the youniverse

  That’s us That’s me That’s you A river with eyes Floating along the waves Trying to see inside of itself Allegorical caves describe us in this maze that we’ve dubbed a race for rats like we didn’t originate from the slab and splat that wrote shrews onto the scene and deep in our genes…