MIDNIGHT

REFLECTIONS

Me and My

Sweater

Freckles

I Promise.

Silence

Write like you

are running

out of time

my dearest

elio

White

A burial

follows

the wake

while the sun

shines bright

cold

anything

but this

Painting by

mark rothko

change is for

tomorrow

10530

A Single

Thread

A snow

globe

of stars

Bottled

Emotions

Look into

my eyes

The best

of me

Midwestern

boy

One by OnE

strangers in a

darkened hallway, drunk

Sandpits

he really

was great.

and we die

together

Daughter,

a found poem

what lies 

after is cold