the heel press

Vanity runs through threaded, sinewy, deep:   to think I’m the only one to notice cer...

I was certain of the way things were when the signs changed their block lettering on storefront facades and bricks ...

Rotting nest of weed knotted bile between my ribs: Your underbelly scrapes my upper belly and prods my flesh thin....

With heavy lined eyes missing, Only once did I see my apartment Faint across Le Parc Montosourri. Because, drunk: w...

The flattening fog smites sleepy mornings into an even quieter submission. Your gray eyes were uncertain in their des...

I had other pages, you know, But they are gone now. Something about tag and  burning palms in sprinting heat....

I only know this: The train didn’t have any heat. Apparently upstairs sweltered, but we didn’t know tha...

God damnit, repetition! Laundry churns it’s daily muck against that unlikely stain. It’s still the...

Day-lit cobble stone, sole stained and wheels washed dry. How the shadows, charcoaled straight, sleep in the crevice...

Small underpinnings lean and pull through aging flesh still tautly young but turning past the days &n...

Elusive cravings lure her from this place. It’s [good for] you; it’s soft like butter. She eats new re...

The mirror balks with propensity of unbelieving that within these piss stained carpets and mouse feet lies someth...

Baby , she said     as he turned away. A yawning sidewalk gaped as the singed auburn leaves surrend...

I'm hungry and it burns like senseless capitalization on unfinished sentences, unfinished stubborn cement goal...