i love this poem
hollow
i am the king baby
it occurs to me
at midnight we play war
they say time is an arrow
god why did you make me dumb
stand on the shoulders of the dead
this is a love story
i read some words
we are the bots now
it's cold
my grandmother
poets are big bags of sad
extrude me into 3D
what even is IP?
the women in my family
a wrinkle in the neck skin
breaking eggs
art is the spark
in entropy
they paved the park on Devil’s Hill
what's in a watershed?
i am queen
i am the demogorgon
pour one out for me
i use the tactics of my enemy
resign me to myself
i have run out of words
half my calories come as caffeine
only cannibals allowed
