Let your heart break into such tiny pieces
it cannot be found
— Rumi
I don’t know if people play chicken anymore the way we do
Foot hard on the pedal daring the other to grab the wheel &
Admit they’re scared the smile on your face when it’s always me
Or the way we drive right at each other headed for a crash
That same small smile through the windshield both of us
Knowing full well I’ll swerve & you’ll drive away
Depraved Thrill
Nearly Negative Range
Turns Out
Motivated Seeing
Conservation of Parity
Apophenia
Message From Outer Space
Muddy Trails Left By A Wild Beast
Interactions & Self-Interactions
My Inspiration
My Deviation
My Dislocation
My Deification
My Defecation
Jesus that was profound