Am I helping or hurting him you and myself Why are we sneaky ass predators moving so stealth why do we trick each other all of the time I don’t mean clothes or makeup or hair or wine I mean pretending that we want to be there at all When really the person we want … Continue reading Groupon


Right before the lull of the afternoon, I zone out complete like a punctured balloon and I catch myself catching myself sometimes, glassy glazed over eyes, rubbing your legs but it’s my own thighs, staring into the back of a digital tune, thinking about nothing other than a simulated you, putting documents into a scanning … Continue reading Famished