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