RAPOETICS REPRINT: I Can No Longer Trust My Pockets by Michael Mark
I Can No Longer Trust My Pockets It used to be you put something in your pocket, it was right there when you got home. You never had to tap to check on that…
I Can No Longer Trust My Pockets It used to be you put something in your pocket, it was right there when you got home. You never had to tap to check on that…
To Doll Houses O bento boxes of freeze-dried domestic Elysium, you nurse the injured birds of our yearnings, expressing our deep and unshakable love for the family we never had, the one in which…
Do As Yer Told the numb voice on the tube says please mind the gap in a tone seductively dripping with suicidal tendencies perhaps she wrote the government safety leaflet in case of a…