Journal

think of bitter honeyand see a landwhose flowershave never been givento any woman 2019

and I knowthat one day your daughterwhenshe reads your war diarywill wonder whyyou’ve glued a lockof cut black hairto the corner of the page that dayI’ll tell herthat her mother...

we had two pistolsone bulletand we were waiting for one of us to fall asleepso the othercould commit suicide November 2018

on the sidewalk we pass each other you pretend not to see and I pretend not to die November 2018