if i could make a novel out of a feeling 

 
 
in october, the children of san pedro   andes, c o l o m b i a

in october, the children of san pedro

andes, c o l o m b i a

bourdieu, cavell, pennebaker   we used to lay and watch the rain

bourdieu, cavell, pennebaker

we used to lay and watch the rain

i wouldn't. that's what poetry is for.

freezing a very specific moment in time,

magnifying it & stretching it & warping it.

fucked up bubble gum.

 

anyway, all i write r luv poems

<3

 

christine   i dreamed of u

christine

i dreamed of u

bones &amp; brick   on frailty

bones & brick

on frailty

teenage sex   we went outside

teenage sex

we went outside

oui   like this

oui

like this

 
 
the specious present   ask me how, and when, and where i luved u

the specious present

ask me how, and when, and where i luved u

basel   soaked. the roses, the roses

basel

soaked. the roses, the roses

let's talk about fingers, spindly n raw   the barn

let's talk about fingers, spindly n raw

the barn