broken university

a resolution:

just be – abide in the dirt

bloom only for you

lowb

i’m none too thrilled thatthe voices are mine, again

there’s always something

me/me

i am a vector of awkward

a butter fingered samurai

a saturnine oaf

i kicked grace in the face

once, by mistake

i was aiming for hope

i carry with me dis-ease

contaminating conversation

since nineteen eighty three