el adios

They tell you grief comes in stageslike a hospital elevatorthat stops neatly on each floor. Bullshit. Grief is a code blue at 3:17 a.m.when the hallway smells like bleach and…

“Shadows”

last night i walked through the city of my skullstreets made of wet concrete and cigarette smokemy feet didn’t touch the ground,my lungs didn’t need airbut i still felt the…