Even from this distance I could go out the door it would bang shut and crumble
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
The sin is existing.
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
Every so often, they add a tattoo in honor of some long-forgotten love.
You let the yellow glow from eye sockets. The building up the street is burning faster and faster.
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
I’msorry I‘ll see what happens iLife
Winter sat like a wolf on the horizon.
Her brown eyes, how a fig considers itself.
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
Part of being a good sad person is always painting the shadows in the right direction and knowing what sorrow to art with.
If America is Babylon / and you are an exile / newly arrived among pagans / Catholic, ‘Ngolan, Black, woman / you already know how to pray
you know that baby swallows make silver ripples in wild rivers to court reeds?
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
Live the rest of your life from one worst case to another.
People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.