untitled [01]

have you ever felt
a loss that made
every breath feel
as though oxygen had been replaced with concrete?


untitled is a series exploring shorter forms of poetry

they will consist of (but are not limited to) shower thoughts, sound bytes from eavesdropping on first dates, the beginnings of stories I do not intend to finish, and the last glimmer of fantasy before waking up from a dream…

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