Music

Your laugh has the cadence of forgiveness, so we pick up its rhythm where we left off with banter and mirth and the kind of idiosyncrasies that clapped like toy cymbals over and over, a touch point pulse while heat built beneath our feet. In the laughing absolution, one of us steps too far and…

Scorpio

Don't test a Scorpio with your ambiguity. Originally written August 2017, sketched April 2018 in a tap room.

Lion Man

My nights are spent chasing away trace thoughts of you. How your body smelled like hard work and your breathing shook my down pillows. How I'd set my alarm an extra thirty minutes earlier to wake you myself with my softness and exaggerated hips, opting out of your jolt from the warm covers. A goddamn…