Poems from kabwriting
on friday afternoon i tell myself
"today is your day. you can make things right."
until i find myself a slave to the
bright white glow of...
I thought that if I gave you your stuff back, then your ghost would leave me. And I thought that if I flirted with other guys, I'd forget...
For a while,
I didn't like to wake up.
I hated the monotone beeps of the alarm clock,
the pungent smell of watered-down coffee,
the windy...