Thanks for coming. Curl your tail around your whiskers and wait. Rest, nest, and digest.

If you want to hear my work, I post readings on Instagram.

Jun 22

Soon, when you raise your bright head

In new foreign places

And ask, who am I supposed to be now?

Who made all these cages?

Then we'll feel the same things

We'll both be ablaze with

The gold dawn of new suns

And not one of us blameless.

Golden Boy Gone