1,000 moments.
4,000 unnamed files.
Computer running out of memory
faster than old age.
Considering a Polaroid.
1,000 moments.
4,000 unnamed files.
Computer running out of memory
faster than old age.
Considering a Polaroid.
It hurts to be in
my body today.
I’m thinking –
vaporous cloud
for the next life.
You can’t write good til
you’ve written a lot of poems
Here are the bad ones