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