sum shit i wrote
Morning I slept with blades of grass Stuck to my back, nestled into my pillow Like strange commas, italicized body parts All once living remnants of night Grasping for a phone or even Just a hint of time and place I was well worn, trampling Mint green and robed, down the porch steps There the matted grass image of our bodies, Not apologies but the slight impression we left on the...
I miss my summer class. All of the writing was so energy sucking and well, most of it my work sucked anyways. But it was fun just to be doing it, and meeting other writers, and hearing writers read. It was such an exercise in creativity and not being afraid to share your work constantly (which is something I struggle with), and now being back home is just…blah.