words and shit

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…

I woke up with the taste of whiskey still in my mouth,like it knew where I’d been, like it remembered me better than you did.The sun was bleeding through the…

Last night we talkedand the words stuck like rain on concreteI told you everything I’ve been hidingyou laughed like it was all fire I was holdingand maybe it wasI told…

Chicago is the roar of the lake against the pier, the wind that steals your breath and reminds you you are alive.It is the pulse of streets that never sleep,…