What y’all left behind

It’s difficult not to think about on a rainy afternoon in January when you live in a one bedroom apartment by yourself in a suburb of Sacramento believe it or not, it really is so hard not to look back on the shit I kept and the shit I’ve thrown away see I’ve thrown away…

Miss Alicia

No matter what I did or where I went people were always staring at me. For a while I thought it was because they knew somehow I couldn’t hear. I haven’t been able to hear ever. So when they stared at me the way they stared at puppy dogs, I thought it was because they…

Father Figure

I wish that I had a closet to climb out of but there are no support groups for righteously rampant insecurity. Here I stand but Nobody cares about me since my problems are only the fear crumbs of a fucked up childhood. Here I am and I pretend to pray but I stopped believing ions…