ten odes to friends and family

badman and throbin
i fantasize that my father and i create similar glimpses of a more expansive consciousness.


summer is amazing and so is a best friend with whom you can camp at beaches with and laugh all night long.

mel, may you rest in peace
the angels are drops of water sliding back and forth on anxious fingers ready to testify: maybe i should pretend they’re not there. they’ve all gone anyway, like a million glances evaporating quickly into make-believe air.

she’s plucking eyebrows and staring in the mirror and letting it all blow up.



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