[tabby title="Poem"] These days I don't do much,exceptaccepting what little I get from the love of my stranger. Stranger, that is what I call youmy friendwho just last month kept my fire warm and read me beat poems. I miss...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Your face is no different from the ones that hang inside of my eyelids and in the daily air; Yet, it is different In a way that is visceral enough to flow recklessly in my veins: Your...