my house is vast and filled with prayers i’ve made room for you atop the stairs
there isnothing standingbetween you and mebesides usandthe soonerwe seeyou as you, me as me-us notwithstandingis there.
i recently lost a poem about the process of losing my grandmother. the slow tidal gravity that drew me away from her had me scrambling to identify memories of no fixed address. ironically the faded […]