Poetry

Letter to Crash Bandicoot

Somehow thought dancing
with moves I learned from a video game
would make the other kids forget my mom
wasn’t black.

from VAST NECROHOL

I calle your bODYE the wayepoiinte I clall it the FINAL BOSSE

but the finale bosse is my bodye I knoae the goale is still finallye SINGKING

The Last of Us

What was funny when the world existed

still holds—Dr. Oceanfront, Hall of Fame Top 10 Reviewer
is a favorite life of ours to consider—long after the last Amazon
Prime order went through, is he somewhere, out there

Doll in Solitude

var america = prompt(“Growth is the process of an individual organism aging organically. Here
it is evident in plants, trees, rocks, shadows and others. One is the loneliest.