Grey Vild

from Dear Gone     It’s almost like we still lie to each other but it’s just me now. In your inventories, several light bulb jokes I wrote myself. In your inventories, it is too dark to read. In your inventories, I was 9 granite columns, pulled up the Nile by slaves. I held fast, a sky overcast with crackling leather, polished in the reduction … Continue reading Grey Vild