I’d like to be known for my:

One calcified

Poem

Radiating

Death

The hacksaw of your lovely

loosing me

Into the black well

of horror story

We consumed for recreation.

Morning glory’s

eyes burned out

by full moon

Rising in my

wasteland

Sky, the smoke

signals that only

Gave us tumors

Catfishing

To hopelessness

Long sought-for

happy ending