Writing

When I first saw the news that Charlie Kirk had been shot I was scrolling through YouTube so I paid it no heed. Then I heard people in the hallways talking about what had happened.

-and of course he’ll say he drank cow’s milk all his life. his heatwave-stricken palms will be bare

and they'll twine like rough half-grown saplings into the fabric of the cosmos.

Happy birthday

or more like happy belated birthday -

I'm a day late -

but still

you're fourteen now

same as you were a week ago

but older

You'll be driving in what, two years?

we're so old

Sometimes words fall out senselessly,

no meaning attached.

But because they want to,

not necessarily because

they want to be revealed.

It's as if my pen

has control over me,

writing whatever comes

The whole world’s quiet sound
echoing on the still ground—
an understanding.
-Haiku

Hope always looks like 

something golden and beautiful and bright 

but Hope has just fallen 

her face streaked with dirt