quiet to keep
from our gunmetal
fear.
Author Archives: Zak
i’d like to be peaceful but still i broke the caulking gun when it didn’t work as i wanted it to
i felt fat
on an evening couch,
eating cherry pie.
fine lines and spirals
quiet, only insects and wind
low bush blueberries in the high alpine
a
human body
moves through
the dark
when i wear women’s clothing i remember that we are made mostly of water
i bought a
pair of pants
designed for,
marketed as,
“women’s”,
to save about
thirty dollars.
maybe if it sits for a while new growth will slow the leak
underneath me,
silently,
water seeps.
the back is wooden which is nice as the sweat won’t soak in
without any
intestine
i carry my own
waste
in a bag,
like a dog’s.
i’ve been told more than once that i’m too negative
i don’t think the town is beautiful
i thought about it for months and then it took only a few minutes to do
i can always try again
i’m sorry, but i do not remember you
future human, do you exist?
not so much trying to understand as trying to do no harm
one reason that
life is
troubling
is that
we are
opposites
at the same time.
i enjoy eating pizza, and many other foods
what you do is; go to a place where people gather
deep down south where my body has never been
i ain’t with being broke
the guardrail takes a solid light and gives it a flickering
the earth spins just the same
i’m supposed to be mindful so i online shop
i can fit in to anything, i think
the first day of september
i am not
really even so
comfortable
with hugging.
but i’d like
to be.
if you don’t drink it quickly enough it will be warm before it’s done
rain comes in gusts.
wind comes in drenches.
mayonnaise on french fries
we are tired and we are tiring
a crowded intersection in northern Vermont
i celebrate four years of sobriety
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