words and shit

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,…

They call me reckless, say I spit chaos,I say nah, I spit truth that your suit can’t digest.Raised in streets where hope came in pennies,Mama worked two jobs, daddy ghosted…

I keep hearing it at night, that hum under the skin, that cricket-chirp nobody else notices— the sound of love the way the mystics meant it. Not the kind that…