Tag: truth

• 26 steps

  

  head bent and staring down, you say i’m good, i’m good in rasped out air ripped edges, punctuated by that beeping sound somewhere. this is not good. you lying down now, but not resting. 26 steps. 26 minutes. where did you go? you were gone too long. confused, i wondered why walk? why, try to,…

  Chris J Cluff

  January 10, 2018

  prose

  mourning, pete, process, truth