After we broke up I filled a page with woe-some verse about the gnarled piece of driftwood I noticed on the beach the day we mutually said goodbye. I analogized the shit out of my confusion. I made it granular, portable, macroscopic, invisible.
avoid pouring all of the past year into 2022, too fast or too soon.
if you thinkyou know mefrom the wordson this pagegive a shout. because even afterreading and rereadingmy every poemi still can’tfigure me out.