jenparkhillJun 6, 2019A Hundred Years or Less.A hundred years or less to run the wheels off this flesh suit. Wear it down to where there is nothing left. A hundred years of filling...
jenparkhillJun 6, 2019we ring and run.we ring and run plastic bags sagging on the steps a dung heap of lost sleep a ditched pile of not regret we fold fire and wedge it in...
jenparkhillJun 6, 2019Curar.thirsty. girl. drink drink from the well I’m keeping stocked be the pan that holds the egg plop and sizzle in my grip grief is the clean...
jenparkhillJun 6, 2019Tip.tip the glass and watch it spill fill the cracks with wet put pen to where the paper is grateful for a hand to hold you pen you’ve never...